He thought time would make everything lighter. That one day, the memories would fade, the pain would disappear, and he would finally feel like himself again. But years passed, and some things never left. They simply became part of him. The people he lost. The words he never said. The person he used to be. He learned to smile, to love, to begin again — while quietly carrying a universe no one else could see. And perhaps healing was never about forgetting. Perhaps it was learning to live with everything that remained.