Do I miss you? Yes, I do. It’s a strange kind of ache that creeps in during the quiet moments, like shadows lengthening at dusk. Sometimes, when loneliness wraps itself around me, I find myself remembering you. I miss the way you filled my heart with warmth, how your laughter could turn an ordinary day into something special.

But then reality washes over me like a cold wave, and I realize the truth: I miss someone who doesn’t even know I exist. Someone who has long since moved on, leaving me behind like a pebble on the side of the road—unnoticed, unremarked, and easily forgotten.

I often wonder, do you remember me? The question lingers like a whisper in the back of my mind. I don’t think so. You were the sun in my sky, and I was just a fleeting cloud, drifting through your life without a trace. It’s a humbling realization, really. I could shout my name into the void, and the echo would be the only reply.

Life moves forward, relentless and indifferent. I watch as people come and go, their laughter filling the air while I stand apart, living my life with an empty heart. I fill my days with distractions—work, friends, hobbies—but the space where you used to be is a hollow echo that resonates within me.

I try to remind myself that it’s okay to feel this way. It’s part of being human, to hold on to memories of what was, even if they are just shadows of a past that no longer exists. But still, the longing lingers, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

And so I continue, a pebble on the road, watching life unfold around me, hoping that one day I’ll find a way to fill this emptiness, to transform the ache of missing you into something lighter, something that allows me to move on. Until then, I’ll carry this weight, a silent tribute to the moments we shared, however fleeting they were.