Ex? No, that word is too small for what you are to me. You're not my past, not a mistake, not someone I regret. You're the chapter I reread in my mind, the one that still feels warm even when it hurts. You taught me how love can bloom and break in the same heartbeat, how absence can feel Louder than presence ever did. We are nothing now, neither lovers nor strangers, just two souls who once fit perfectly and now walk separate paths. Maybe you aren't mine anymore, but some people don't truly leave; they just stop staying. And that's what you will always be to me: not an ex, but a memory that learned how to breathe inside my chest.