By : Aliaa Fathy
Parting is not merely the act of leaving; it is the slow realization of an absence. It is the sudden silence in a room once filled with laughter, and the way a familiar name feels heavy on the tongue. We often think of distance in miles, but the cruelest distance is the one that grows between two hearts that used to beat in rhythm.
The cruelty of separation lies in the memories that refuse to fade. They linger like shadows at dusk, persistent and unreachable. We carry the ghosts of what used to be in our pockets, finding that the hardest part isn’t the goodbye itself, but learning how to live in the quiet spaces left behind. Eventually, time may dull the edge of the blade, but the scar remains as a silent witness to a love that was once whole.
