Closure

As the year draws to a close, I find myself strolling down the familiar paths of memory, each step echoing with the laughter and whispers of days gone by. There's a certain wistfulness in the air, a gentle tug at the heartstrings that leads me to revisit moments of joy and love. And in the quiet recesses of my mind, there's a particular ember that still flickers-a flame from the past that time has failed to extinguish.