The truth was, she would never fully move on. She would carry him with her, his memory woven into the fabric of her being.
But she also knew that she couldn't let the past define her future.
So she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and made a quiet promise to herself: to keep living, to keep loving, even if the ache of him never truly faded.
Because some loves were too powerful to forget. And some wounds, no matter how much time passed, never truly healed.