The Day That Still Exists
I didn’t remove this date from the calendar.
I tried… but my hands refused.
Some days are not numbers.
They are living rooms inside the heart.
And today… still belongs to you.
Last year, on this day, we were not perfect —
but we were certain.
Certain that whatever the world looked like,
we would walk through it together.
I remember how naturally your name had become part of my prayers.
Not forced. Not dramatic.
Just… present.
Like breath.
People think love ends on the day two people separate.
But they don’t understand —
love doesn’t end with distance.
It changes its address.
Now you live in my memories instead of my future.
And strangely…
I’m not angry.
Because what we had was real.
Even if it was temporary,
it was real enough to change me forever.
You taught me patience without lectures.
Softness without weakness.
Attachment without possession.
There are things I wanted to do with you —
small things, ordinary things —
that will probably never happen now.
Walking beside you without hurry.
Listening to you talk after a long day.
Falling asleep knowing you were there.
I used to think love meant staying forever.
Now I know…
sometimes love means being grateful even after goodbye.
So today, I’m not celebrating an anniversary.
I’m honoring a chapter.
If you ever wonder whether you mattered —
you did.
You still do.
And somewhere inside me,
there will always remain
a quiet place
where 19 February never ended.
— Robotic Rooh
