The One Thing You Almost Forgot

A story for winter. On what waits patiently to be remembered.

It wasn’t urgent.

Just something small,
that mattered more than you thought it did.
Still here. Still yours.

You meant to come back to it—
the note,
the photograph,
the promise you made to yourself
on a quieter day.

The year filled up.
The noise returned.
You got busy being fine.

But memory has a way of keeping light.
Of holding warmth
until you’re ready to feel it again.

And one day, without trying,
you find it—
exactly where you left it.

Not gone.
Just waiting.
Like it knew
you’d remember
when time grew still again.