01/09/2026
I thought there would be more time.
That the tomorrows would line up patiently,
waiting for us to catch up to them.
I thought there would always be another hug,
another quiet moment to sit beside you,
another chance to say the words
I assumed you already knew.
But time doesn’t warn us when it’s about to change.
It doesn’t tap us on the shoulder or ask if we’re ready.
One day everything feels ordinary…
and the next, the ordinary becomes a memory. 🤍
If I had known how precious those moments were,
I would have held you longer.
Not the quick kind of hug —
but the kind where you don’t let go,
where you memorize the feeling,
where you try to press love into the moment
so it lasts forever.
I would have said “I love you” again and again,
not because you needed to hear it,
but because my heart needed to say it
as many times as it could.
Now there are words left unsaid
and hugs that live only in memory.
There is love with nowhere to go,
except into the quiet ache of missing you. 🌧️
And still, love doesn’t disappear.
It stays — in the soft places.
In the silence.
In the moments when the heart remembers
what the hands can no longer hold.
So if you’re reading this and someone you love is near,
hold them a little tighter.
Say the words out loud.
Don’t save love for later.
Because later is not promised —
but love, when given freely,
stays forever. 🕯️🐻
