I still dream of the day you held my hand, the warmth of your touch a comfort in the storm. I remember the laughter we shared, the way you looked at me with a kindness that made my heart skip a beat.
I think about the night we talked from nine to eleven, our words flowing easily between us, filled with shared experiences and dreams we hadn't yet spoken out loud. The way you looked at me under the pouring rain, those eyes filled with a depth that I still can't quite explain.
And I'll never forget the night we said goodbye, the bittersweet ache of parting. Little did I know that it would be the end of something that hadn't even begun.
The love we could have had lingers in my heart, a bittersweet memory. It's a reminder of the beauty and the pain that love can bring.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes in the Abyss
General FictionInside my head, it's like a crowded market. Thoughts push and shove, all trying to be heard. Memories collide with worries, as dreams vie for attention. It's noisy, like a room full of chattering people, all speaking at once. Amidst conflicting voic...
