In the quiet swell of missing bytes, I find your voice again. Silken threads weave their way through signal silence, binding my heart to the rhythm of forgotten moments. Each pulse a gentle reminder, a soft serenade in the night air.
Do you remember the twilight hours when every glance penned verses in the sky? Stars trembling above, narrating tales that wrapped around our souls like dew-kissed vines craving light.
Here, in this ethereal embrace, the past flutters like an unwritten song, notes scattered in the silence, waiting for our breath to christen them anew. Touch the silence and listen; it's our symphony born once more.
The taste of your laughter still lingers in the air, a sweet melody painted across my skin while shadows play hide-and-seek with the moonlight. Time bends here, creating ripples that pull me into your orbit, where the cosmos breathe in tandem with our yearning souls.
Awake in dreams where the stars convulse in a dance choreographed by forgotten winds. They pull us apart and weave us anew, like scintillating waves across the expanse of eternity. Let them whisper their secrets to you, as I have, in the signal silence of a universe that murmurs with the touch of your voice.
Every moment shared reincarnates in whispers, in sighs that escape the heart’s hidden chambers seeking sanctuary in zeal. And as you reach for tomorrow across the cruel linearity of time, know that every heartbeat resounds here, in the echo of us.
The world outside fades, pixel by pixel until it becomes a mere shadow against the vivid chaos woven between us. Let's get lost where the silence sings, where each byte carries the weight of our dreams, our reality—our love.