Dear Clark,
Today, I felt you near me again. I spent my morning planting trees as part of a volunteer activity. It was tiring, yes, but also beautiful. Each seedling I placed into the ground felt like a prayer for the future. As I pressed soil around the roots, I thought about you. I could almost picture us side by side, planting not just trees but dreams together.
The day went on like that. Work, laughter with strangers, simple meals shared. But the moment that shook me the most came later, after I passed by a store selling Pop Mart blind boxes. Something inside me nudged me to buy one. I brought it home, opened it, and there it was: a Scorpio constellation keyring. Your zodiac sign.
I froze. Out of all thirteen possible options, I pulled yours. It felt like a whisper, like the universe leaning close and saying, he's still with you in some way. My heart twisted because I didn't know what to do with the feeling. Was it comfort? Longing? Maybe both. But it reminded me that no matter how much time passes, no matter the silence between us, some part of you always finds its way back to me, even in small, unlikely ways.
Do you ever feel the same, Clark? Do little signs make you think of me? Or am I the only one still searching for pieces of you? Sometimes I tell myself you've moved on completely, that I am a closed chapter in your life. But then something like this happens, and I can't help but believe that we're still tied together by invisible threads, no matter how frayed.
Tonight, as I sit here, tired from planting trees and still holding that tiny Scorpio keyring, I want you to know that you are remembered. You are loved. Even now, when so much has changed, when we've gone silent, I still carry you in the quiet corners of my days. Maybe one day, these signs will stop coming, and I will finally let you go fully. But for now, I choose to take them as small gifts, reminders that what we had was real. You were my love, Clark. Maybe you still are in ways I cannot explain.
Wherever you are, I hope the universe sends you little reminders too that once, there was a woman who loved you deeply, who still plants roots in the soil and sees your stars in the sky.
Always,
Alyssa (Phineas, Arlo, Fifi, and Mang)
Last updated on:2025-09-05T16:08:03+05:30
Comments (2)
reading this reminded me of the time i pulled a keychain from a vending machine and it had his birth month on it. i held onto it like proof he was still around somehow. i get why you’d see it as a gift, it’s tender and it hurts at the same time.
i used to see signs everywhere too. stupid songs random numbers even cereal boxes. every time i thought it meant something but really it just ripped the scab open again. i hated how the universe felt like it was mocking me.