The night sky is crowded with stars, but somehow it feels empty tonight. Maybe it’s because my mind is just as full; filled to the brim with memories of her. And yet I’ve never felt lonelier. There’s a strange kind of quiet creeping over me, the kind that doesn’t come from silence but from the absence of something you didn’t realize had become essential. It isn’t heartbreak in the dramatic sense. There was no fight, no betrayal, nothing sharp enough to bleed over. It was simpler, and somehow that makes it worse. Her time in my life just… ended. Like a candle quietly burning out while you weren’t looking. She wasn’t mine, not really. Not in the way people mean when they talk about love. And I guess I was never going to be someone she could choose, someone she could hold without hesitation. It wasn’t personal, just truth. Just timing. Just the kind of fate that lets you meet someone who feels like home, only to remind you that not every home is meant for you. Now I sit beneath this sky that should feel infinite, but all I sense is the emptiness she left behind. The stars above me burn, and still, I can’t shake the feeling that the only light I really wanted is gone. And loneliness… it settles into me quietly, like it was always meant to stay.