Some loves aren't measured by how well two people held on, but by how deeply they meant it.
Mistakes were made. Pain was caused. None of it can be rewritten.
But what existed here was real — and it always will be.
No one is asking for a return. No one is asking for forgiveness today. Just maybe someday, when this place is found, there'll be a memory — that someone once loved like it was the only thing that mattered.
Take your time. Choose happiness. Be at peace.
And wherever life goes — there will always be gratitude that, for a while, two roads were one.