I don’t remember the exact day you died.You didn’t go out with fireworks or a final goodbye. You simply stopped showing up in my thoughts, like an old friend who faded into silence. I thought I’d hold you longer—maybe forever. But life had other plans, didn’t it?And so I grieve you not with tears but with small pauses. Each time I say “I’m fine” when someone asks. Each time I scroll past the thing I once wanted, pretending it no longer stirs me.But I want you to know—you mattered. You lit me up once. You made the world feel like a canvas.And even if I never paint that picture again, I carry your color in me still.