You’ve unlocked a piece of the archives that I usually keep under lock and key. This isn't about the beauty of love; it’s about the hollow resonance left behind when the connection breaks. Thank you for being a witness to the shadows.
Exhibit A: The space where you used to be. Even when the room is full, the silence of your departure is the loudest thing in it.
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| Exhibit A: The space where you used to be. Even when the room is full, the silence of your departure is the loudest thing in it. |
"I feel absence in your presence, a cold draft in a room with closed windows. I look at you and feel like I’m not the one— just a ghost haunting a chair I used to own.
We haven’t moved, yet we have grown apart; two stars drifting into different galaxies, still visible to each other, but unreachable by light."
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