Sometimes the tears are not about wanting them again. They are about wishing the ending had been kinder, or that the beginning had been more honest. You are not grieving the person as much as you are grieving the version of the future you built around them. You are grieving the conversations you thought you would have, the growth you believed would happen, the story you were ready to write together. And that kind of sadness is not weakness. It is the ache of loving with hope and having to let go of what never fully formed. It is mourning the life you imagined, not the one you lived. Be gentle with yourself in that space, because it takes strength to accept that something beautiful in your mind was never meant to become real.