As you utter a heartbreaking goodbye, a surge of realization crashes over you like a tidal wave—suddenly, you are engulfed by an overwhelming love for the very person you’re leaving behind. You cast one final glance over your shoulder, a desperate plea etched on your face, only to witness them drifting further and further away, their silhouette fading against the horizon. Your heart screams their name, yearning to call out, to turn back, but your feet betray you, propelling you forward into an abyss of silence.
Months whirl into a blur, barely noticeable as they bleed into years. Each passing moment is a painful reminder that perhaps this love was never destined to flourish, never meant to thrive under the weight of time. Yet, as the seasons change and the years unfurl like fragile petals, your heart begins to treasure those fleeting moments, transforming them into shimmering memories that dance within your mind. You find yourself clinging to these echoes, revisiting the laughter, the warmth, the spark that once ignited your very soul. But is this how it ends? A tender yet aching love story reduced to mere reminiscence, lingering like a haunting melody that plays softly in the chambers of your heart?
SmileyRose Ramblings by
Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her) 