6 months without you...My life so far

Sayangku,

Pejam celik, it’s been six months. Six months since I last kissed your forehead. Since I held your hand. Since I whispered goodnight and heard you whisper back.

I still wear your shirt every day—just to feel like you’re still here. I imagine you beside me, like always. Our room upstairs, I visit it once a month. I walk in, close my eyes, and I swear... you're still in the air. Your scent, your warmth, your quiet strength—it never really left.

Today, I went to the restaurant. Remember how I once came home crying, burying my face in your lap? You didn’t say much—just held me, like a wall I could lean on. You always knew when silence said more than words. You supported me when I decided to leave, never once questioning if I was doing the right thing. You just trusted me. Believed in me.

The place isn’t doing well, Sayang. Not because of MCO or things out of our control. No. It’s because of one man’s decision—you know who. And that makes it worse, somehow. I’m sad. I’m angry. I care so much, but this time... I just step back. Watch the smoke and fire from a distance. I know what you’d say: Kita doakan yang baik-baik aja. I do that. Every day.

Sometimes I wonder, can you see me from there? Am I doing okay? I try. I really do. But it’s hard. Life without you is like walking barefoot on broken glass—some days I don’t even feel the pain anymore. Other days it cuts deep.

But I carry on. Because I know you would want that. You’d want me to live. To laugh again. To be brave.

Didoakan Sayang dalam rahmah Allah sentiasa.

I miss you, baby. Always.

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