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Today I saw my Instagram memories and realized that on this exact date for the past two years, me and my ex were together. Same date, same person, same feeling of “us.”

Then this year came and suddenly we’re not anymore.

I didn’t expect it to hit me this hard because some days I genuinely feel okay already. But seeing those memories side by side made the absence feel so real. It’s like my brain automatically expected continuity because for two years this date belonged to us.

What hurts is not even just missing him. I think I also miss the version of me that existed during those moments the routine, the familiarity, having someone to share life with.

It’s strange how healing works. Some days I can go on normally, then one random memory notification completely changes my mood for the night.

I may not in your passenger anymore but we have a lot of memories in that black car.

I may not in your passenger seat anymore but i always wish the next one will take care of you.

I may not in your passenger seat anymore but i hope you will have more new good memories with her rather than our good memories.

I may not in your passenger seat anymore but i hope she also spend the night with you inside the car because she will miss you when she go home.

I may not in your passenger seat anymore but i hope you and her have deep conversation like what we used to do.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I still remember how safe silence felt with you during late night drives.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but a part of me still looks for your black car in every parking lot.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but every road in this city still reminds me of you.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I still wonder if you think about me during long drives home.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I still remember every song that played while we were trying to heal each other.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but loving you still feels parked somewhere inside me.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I hope she knows how hard it was for you to let people in.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I hope she stays when your walls start getting high again.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I know those midnight drives meant something to you too.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but sometimes I still miss the version of you that only existed inside that car.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I still replay our deep conversations like unfinished songs.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I still hope someone loves the parts of you that were hard to understand.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I wonder if you still drive around when life feels too heavy.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but your absence still feels like an empty road I keep driving back to.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I hope you finally learn that being loved was never something you had to run from.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but thank you for every quiet moment that once felt like home.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but some memories still feel warm enough to stay in forever.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but a part of me still waits for one more late night drive with you.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I hope your next love is gentle with the parts of you I couldn’t reach.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but losing you still feels like getting dropped off somewhere unfamiliar.

I may not be in your passenger seat anymore, but I hope you still remember how happy we were during those random drives with nowhere to go.