In the quiet, where whispers once danced, I found fragments of you. Stolen moments, crystalized in eternal twilight. Your laughter, a haunting melody, now loops in my dreams—like a broken record, it repeats, it repeats, it...
Do you recall those sun-stained afternoons by the river? The reflections sparkled like our unspoken desires, echoing with every ripple. Your hand brushed against mine, a touch electric, but always fleeting, like a fleeting thought caught in the ether.
Time, cruel and relentless, erases the edges of memory, yet your presence lingers—an indelible shadow across my heart's landscape. Shall we dance again, amidst these lost vignettes, where love's specter clings to the air like the scent of forgotten roses?