The days blurred together after that. Diane went through the motions of her life, but her heart felt stuck in the past. She couldn't stop replaying their moments together, couldn't stop wondering what she could have done differently.
One evening, she sat down with her journal, something she hadn't done in months. She poured her heart onto the pages, writing about the love they had shared, the pain of losing him, and the struggle to move forward.
She began to realize that she didn't want to move on. Not entirely. Moving on felt like betrayal, like pretending that what they had shared didn't matter.
So she carried the memories with her, not as a burden, but as a reminder of what it meant to love and be loved.