He knew her.

He knew about her insecurities, her passion, her love, her softness, her chaos, her questions, but
that is not enough to ease the agony of her absence.

He found some comfort knowing that they did love, yes they loved. Past tense.
He has many tomorrows left, and in every single one he will miss her.

Months has already passed, he already accepted it and is slowly moving on.
Sitting alone in at his own house that feels different from the same anymore made him think that
it was time to let a good thing die.

He’s still moving on, but he will never forget her.
He will never forget her, for as long as he lives, and sometime after that, he will never forget her