22/02/2026
THE LOVE THAT STILL ECHOES
Sometimes love doesn’t end — it just changes shape.
It lingers in the quiet, in the spaces between breaths, in the ache you feel when you hear their name.
You tell yourself you’ve moved on, but then a song plays, a scent drifts by, and suddenly, you’re back there — in their arms, in that moment, in the warmth that once felt like forever.
It hurts, doesn’t it?
To love someone who became a memory.
To miss someone who may never come back.
To carry feelings too heavy to put down, yet too sacred to let go of.
You still remember how they smiled when they looked at you, how their touch calmed storms you didn’t even know you had.
Now, all that’s left is the ghost of that comfort — soft, bittersweet, and hauntingly beautiful.
Some nights, you whisper to the stars, wondering if they still think of you too.
If they ever miss your voice, your laughter, the way you once loved them like breathing.
Maybe they don’t. Maybe they’ve forgotten.
But still — your heart remembers.
It holds pieces of them like pressed flowers between pages, fragile yet eternal.
Because real love never truly fades.
It just learns how to live inside you — quietly, painfully, endlessly — like a song that never finds its end.
