Find me, Detective

I lost my ability to write, the words getting tangled and worn out inside me, quieted by the noise of my memories. But then, as fate would have it, the spark of inspiration flickered back to life. How many times did I write her name? Countless times. Each letter becomes a piece of me, woven into the fabric of my life.

In her, I discover a new way to express myself, one that goes beyond just talking. If my heart had a voice, it would call out her name until the stars fade away, until even the sky stands in awe of a love that knows no limits. And maybe, in that special place, is where we could truly be together-if only in the words that echo softly in the silence between us.