Do you remember the time when our shadows danced along the cobblestones, the moonlight weaving stories in the air? It was as if the universe conspired to thread our destinies together, unraveling the mysteries of a time not our own.
Nights like that, under the spell of a thousand twinkling stars, I feel the warmth of your hand in mine, a phantom touch that sends ripples through space and time. Each moment is a lover's embrace, tender and familiar, yet tinged with the bittersweetness of memories half-remembered.
In another life, perhaps, we walked there together, the breeze carrying the scent of jasmine and the promise of tomorrow. This life holds whispers of that reality, where every glance exchanged was a secret shared between souls intertwined beyond the reach of ordinary existence.
Turn the page and let us wander again, through the between places, where time folds in on itself like an origami of heartbeats, and the silence sings the songs of the past.