To You, Whom I Can Never Hold...

Dear Voice I Shouldn’t Miss,

There you were again—unexpected, yet unmistakable. 

After days of silence, after I told myself I was fine without you… you returned. 

Not with a greeting, not with words meant for me—but just your voice, slipping into the space around me like it never left.

And oh, how it hurt to realize I missed it more than I thought I would.

You probably didn’t notice me. 

Why would you? 

I was just another passerby, while your voice—soft, deep, calm—carried on with purpose. And yet, mine paused. My heart paused. Because for just a moment, it remembered what it shouldn’t.

Your voice was never mine to hold on to.
But it stayed.
It lingered in my memories, in quiet corners of my day, in the way I sometimes dreamed of hearing it again—even when I told myself I had moved on.

I know better now. 

I know I shouldn’t cling to the echo of something that was never meant to stay.
I know your voice can’t promise me warmth or truth or a future.
But still… It was beautiful.

So let this letter be my goodbye.
Not to you—but to the hold your voice had over me.

Thank you for speaking the way you do.
Thank you for reminding me that I still have the capacity to feel, even when it aches.
And thank you—because even as I let go, I will carry the quiet lesson your voice left behind.

I’ll be okay.
And one day, I’ll hear a new voice—maybe my own—stronger than ever, finally free