"They all leave in the end," my heart whispers. It's not a shout, but a quiet, despairing murmur.
It was like fireflies under the moonlight when I met him. He was a light amidst the darkness, illuminating my path with a thousand sparks. We shared so many moments, so many memories. I remember laughing and crying with him, yelling and yearning with him, learning and loving with him.
And then, it all came to an end. He left, taking away a part of me I'd come to admire.
Now, I wake up every morning without anyone in mind.
I listen to love songs that make my heart ache.
I read poems that make my eyes sting with tears.
I feel the loneliness settle in like an old friend.
I remember what it was like to be loved, but it's just a distant memory now. But I know that I can never forget him, the one who lit up my world.
I remember the first time we met, and the last time we parted. I remember the days in between, the days that I'll never get back.
