JeonNalven
Some loves are meant to linger in memory, not in presence, and mine was one that left a scar deeper than I ever imagined. It wasn't the absence alone that hurt, but the intensity with which I gave myself, trusting completely, only to be met with silence where warmth once lived. The echo of laughter now feels hollow, and every familiar place holds a shadow of what once was. Yet, even in the ache, there's a strange reverence-a recognition that this love, though it wounded me, carved out a part of my soul I didn't know existed, leaving both pain and a strange kind of wisdom in its wake.