You asked me not to forget you, and I smiled. Some things do not fade by choice. They settle into a man and become part of his silence. You remain in my thoughts, not as noise, but as order. When I pray, I do not search for words. Your name arrives on its own, steady and unshaken, like something already written.

How can I forget you, when I carry you within me? Not as longing that bends my spine, but as a weight that taught me balance. You are not a memory I revisit, but a truth I have accepted. I walk forward without looking back, composed and intact, knowing that some loves are not meant to be held, only honored.

— Chamod Senevirathne