Forget-Me-Not: Winter and Spring
It began with the first fall of snow and a handmade scarf, lovingly stitched in silence. A quiet gift, a timid hope wrapped in warmth. And it ended with the last snow, when footsteps faded and winter's hush swallowed unspoken words.
But seasons always turn.
Spring returned, gentle and shy. And with it came the bloom of a single forget-me-not, delicate and blue-like a memory reborn.
Because some stories don't truly end.
They simply wait for the right season to begin again.
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