Echoes of Yesterday

In the depths of despair, we yearn for a beacon, someone to paint over the cracked canvas of our memories with vibrant hues of joy. We dream of forgetting the sting of sorrow, the weight of past hurts.

And then, like a shooting star, someone appears, filling the void with laughter and light. They become an anchor, a melody that chases away the cacophony of grief. But therein lies a hidden truth: the very person who mends our fractured hearts may not be destined to stay forever.