16/04/2026
She looked at me…
not with love, not with familiarity—
but like I was a stranger.
For a moment, my heart broke.
How do you explain a lifetime of memories…
to someone who can’t remember them?
But then I realized—
this isn’t about being remembered.
It’s about being present.
So I smiled.
I sat beside her.
I spoke gently… like I always have.
Because even if she doesn’t know who I am…
I still know who she is to me.
And that will always be enough.