SLECHTHART
it was fun while it lasted
A quiet acceptance, a sigh between nostalgia and closure. Some things aren’t meant to last forever—laughter that once echoed now fades into memory, hands that held each other loosen their grip, places that felt like home become stops along the way.
But that doesn’t make it any less real. The joy was real, the moments were real. And maybe that’s enough. Maybe some things are beautiful precisely because they don’t last.
