It has been three months since my Shivansh ji left, and honestly, I miss him like hell. Not the normal kind of missing. Not the “I’ll be fine” type. It is the kind where your heart feels heavy even when you are smiling, where nights feel longer, and mornings feel empty. I still sleep on his side of the bed sometimes, just to feel close to him. I still talk to his pillow like a fool. But what can I do? Life does not stop just because my heart is aching.