You said she makes you happy. I hope that’s true. I hope you laugh loud– loud enough to silence the part of you.... still comparing her to me. The fragments of me you cherished? They won't exist in her. Not the way I spoke, not the way I made silence feel safe. You won’t smile at her texts the way you smiled at mine. You won’t read her words twice. She might be good. She might even be everything I wasn’t. But she’ll never be me. And no matter how far you go, how loud you laugh, how in love you swear you are... my name still lives in your throat. I just hope she never hears it.