I keep returning to this song, the one that carries me back to us by the river, mountains watching over us, folding up our jeans as the cold water kissed our feet. You, always steady, helped me cross, not knowing how my heart was quietly learning to love you, drawn in by your simplicity, your unwavering ways.I still think about how you helped me get on that horse, how you were always there. When I came back home, I couldn’t find a better song. I kept searching for it, just wanting to relive those moments, to feel you and everything we shared during that trip. And when I finally found it, I played it over and over, hoping it would take me back, make you feel closer than you ever really were. This song has become a place I visit, where I pretend you’re still here, though you’ll never know the depth of what I feel. But maybe it’s better this way-there’s a strange beauty in loving someone from afar, in carrying the weight of something unspoken