I think everyone has that one person who lives in the quiet corners of their heart, someone they can't bring themselves to hate no matter how the story ended. Not someone you want back, not someone you're trying to erase, just a soul you keep in a quiet corner because letting go feels too final, and holding on feels too heavy. You place them gently in the distance, where their memory can't hurt you but their existence still feels warm, like a light you don't stand under anymore but can still see flickering far away. Not love, not longing, just the gentle weight of someone who shaped a small part of your becoming. They become a fragment of your inner landscape, a memory that doesn't ask to be held yet never quite fades, reminding you that some connections don't need a title to leave the truth behind. And i think some people become stories you outgrow but never stop appreciating, reminders that not every beautiful thing is meant to stay, and not every departure has to feel like a wound.