I don't curse often. but tonight, I do. Not out of hate but out of the ache of everything you never saw, everything you let slip away. I curse you to remember the warmth of my hand every time someone else's touch feels cold. To miss the calm that lived in my presence when the world feels too loud. To crave the kind of love that held your storms and still whispered, "I'm not leaving." I curse you to search for me in laughter that doesn't sound the same, in eyes that don't feel like home, in hearts that will never understand you the way I did. Because what you lost wasn't ordinary. It was rare, selfless, and real. And one day, when the noise settles and silence starts to hurt. you'll finally understand what it meant to be loved by me. And that's the curse not that I'm gone, but that no one else will ever love you quite like I did.