The ship moves forward as if it knows where it belongs. And I sit here, between sky and water, still thinking of you. Of all places, it is here— with the world so wide before me— that you feel the closest. I thought distance would loosen you from me, that new horizons would quiet your name. But the ocean does not take you away. It only makes the silence deeper, and in that silence, you remain. So I write to you— not to reach you, not to change anything— but because even here, moving further and further away, my heart has not learned how to leave you behind.