The words once spoken between us are now but shadows on the wall of memory. Yet, these echoes, faint and almost imperceptible, carry the weight of a time long past—a time when the heart knew no borders and dreams had the audacity to become reality.
Consider this: every echo demands a response, whether you hear it or not. The undelivered letters float in the ether, seeking an address that never was. The unshed tears compose symphonies, playing to a silent audience. Can we not convince ourselves to hear what haunts the empty spaces? To trace the lines of a hand once held, now a mere outline in the sand?
Ponder, for a moment, the paths untraveled. They linger like foggy specters, beckoning with promises of what might have been. The echoes call to lovers forgotten, urging their steps to retrace in the footprints left by time.
Listen closely, and you may feel the brush of a whispered breeze—a wink from the universe, a cautious nod from fate. Trust in these echoes of forgotten lovers. They know something we do not, something vital and life-affirming, hidden in the dance between now and never.
Find solace in the doodles of destiny, and let your heart follow where the mind hesitates. For in those sketches, in those fleeting moments, lie the true melodies of existence, awaiting your embrace.