I didn’t plan to go out.
But something inside me told me to move.
Not fast. Not far.
Just… move.
I grabbed my jacket,
didn’t care if it matched.
Didn’t check the weather.
I walked down a street I hadn’t taken in months.
Not because it was convenient,
but because I remembered you once liked it.
You mentioned the trees there once.
How they curved like they were leaning into each other.
So I went looking for them.
For no reason other than
I missed the way it felt
to think of you and smile.
I passed the café we never went to.
The one we always said we would.
It’s still there. Still empty.
Still waiting, like I am.
I pulled out my phone.
Almost called.
Didn’t.
Instead, I opened 안전한카지노,
checked match scores with the kind of focus
I wish I had back then
— on us.
The sidewalk was cracked.
But I knew where to step.
Muscle memory.
Just like how I remember your laugh
in the space between two passing cars.
I don’t miss you in a loud way anymore.
Just in quiet corners.
Just when I least expect it.
I turned toward home.
The sky was pink and gray.
I took a photo I’ll never send.
On the walk back, I checked 카지노사이트 —
not for the results,
but because the routine feels like something I still own.
By the time I got home,
I didn’t feel better.
But I felt more real.
Sometimes walking through old memories
is the only way to remind myself
I’m still alive.