Love, once felt, never truly leaves

 “Sometimes,” said Pooh softly, his eyes glistening as he looked up at the stars, “missing someone feels a bit like standing in the middle of the Hundred Acre Wood at night — quiet and full of something you can’t quite see but can always feel.”

He wiped a tear with his paw.

“It doesn’t really go away, you know. The missing. It just becomes part of you — like the way the stars become part of the sky. You can’t take them out, but you can look at them and remember how lovely they are.”

Pooh closed his eyes for a moment and whispered into the wind,
“I hope you know, wherever you are, that I still think of you when the stars come out. Because love doesn’t end, it just learns how to shine differently.”

And as a single tear fell, it sparkled like a tiny star — a quiet reminder that love, once felt, never truly leaves.

— Inspired by A. A. Milne’s “Winnie-the-Pooh”