You remember that time we sat by the lake, right? The water was still, and the world was hushed, just the two of us and our thoughts mingling softly. Every ripple seemed to whisper.
Sometimes, echoes are all that's left of a moment, like splashes of laughter on a summer afternoon. You could almost hear it again, like a favorite song played on a distant radio, fading in and out.
Ever wonder how many echoes you carry? Each one a story, a fragment of conversation, a shared glance that said more than words ever could.
Do you think echoes remember us? Like ghosts of the voice we never said, floating just out of reach.
I'll tell you about the time I got lost in the forest. The trees whispered secrets, and I swear I heard your voice calling my name, even before I saw the path. It painted pictures in my mind like a watercolor dream.
Read about the watercolor dreamEchoes of what might have been, or what could be again. Maybe next time, we'll try to catch one and see where it takes us.
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