Like petals adrift on a summer breeze, our words dance in the unseen currents, tracing the invisible lines where hopes and dreams have intertwined. The moonlit lake mirrored our whispered promises, refracted into countless echoes—each a heartbeat, a breath, a soft murmur beneath the stars.
Can you hear it? The tender undulation of time, cradling moments like stolen caresses. When your laughter brushed against my soul, it left traces of light, like constellations mapped across the sky of my memory.
Return to where the night blooms with silent symphonies, where even the stars seem to hold their breath in reverent awe.