Echoes Of Us

Once, we were everything. We had dreams, promises, and a kind of love I thought would last forever. But forever, it turns out, was shorter than I expected. Now, all that's left are memories, moments that replay in my head like a song stuck on repeat, whispers of laughter, and the kind of silence that hurts more than words. They call it moving on, but how do you move forward when every corner of your heart still remembers? When every night feels like an echo of what once was?

I used to believe that love was enough, that no matter what, we would find our way back to each other. But maybe love isn't always the answer. Maybe sometimes, it's just a reminder of what we lost. And maybe... that's all we'll ever be the echoes of us.