If I Could Go Back

If I could go back in time, I’d hold on a little tighter, linger a little longer, and soak in every moment with you. I’d memorize the way your laugh filled the room, the warmth of your hugs, and the little things you always said that made me feel like everything would be okay.

I’d go back to Sunday mornings, the smell of coffee brewing, and the sound of your voice humming in the kitchen. I’d sit with you at the table, talking about everything and nothing at all, holding onto the simplicity of those moments that now mean everything.

I’d rewind to the times when life was busy, and I thought we’d have all the time in the world. I’d pause to appreciate the ordinary days—the ones we often take for granted. I’d make them extraordinary by seeing them for what they truly were: precious.

I’d relive the laughter that left tears in our eyes and the quiet moments of just being near you. I’d let you know, every single time, how much you mean to me, how much you always will.

If I could go back, I’d thank you for the strength you gave me, the lessons you taught me, and the love you poured into my life. I’d cherish it all even more because now I see how fleeting time can be.

But since I can’t go back, I’ll carry you with me—in my heart, my memories, and everything I do. I’ll live in a way that honors you, cherishing the moments I have now, just as you’d want me to.

Because while I can’t go back in time, I can still feel you here with me, in the laughter, the love, and the quiet moments when I swear I can hear your voice reminding me to keep going, to live fully, and to never stop loving.