487 days of Silence

"They say it takes half the time you loved someone to get over them. If that's true, I'll be haunted by his name for a long time."

For sixteen months, he was the sun my world revolved around. Four hundred and eighty-seven days of stolen glances, unspoken words, and a hope that stayed lit even when the fire was gone. But as the clock ticks toward midnight and the world prepares for a fresh start, I realize I can't carry this weight into a new year.

Amidst the deafening roar of the fireworks and the celebration of the crowd, I have one final secret to tell the wind. A goodbye disguised as a greeting.

One year. Four months. One final whisper