"Kiss Me Before September." The words echoed in the silence, a desperate, whispered plea against the encroaching darkness. A final, fragile grasp at a love that was slipping away, dissolving like sugar in rain. Before the memories—the stolen kisses under summer skies, the whispered secrets in moonlit rooms, even the bitter arguments that etched themselves onto your hearts—faded into the misty realm of what-was. As you read this, the emptiness you carry, the hollow ache that resides deep within your soul, will become crystal clear. It's a void shaped by the absence of him, by the loss of a shared past, by the shattering of a future you both once held so dear. Perhaps, then, it's time to revisit that single tear, that moment of profound loss, that pivotal instant where your heart cracked open and spilled its sorrow onto the unforgiving ground. That tear, a tiny monument to a love that burned bright but ultimately flickered and died. It's time to understand it, to own it, to finally let it go.
