subject: a letter to the echoes of yesterday

dear,

the weight of unspoken words hang heavy in the air, like a storm cloud threatening disaster. in the silence between us, i've found solace in the act of writing, a feeble attempt to encapsulate the emotions that have eluded conversation.

each stroke of memory is a poignant reminder of a love that flourished briefly before withering away, leaving behind the remnants of what could have been.

there's a certain ache that comes with realizing the impermanence of what we held dear. the echoes of laughter and shared dreams linger, taunting me with the ghost of a happiness that slipped through our fingers. it's like the universe conspired to rewrite the narrative we once co-authored.

in the quiet moments of reflection, i find myself grappling with the void left by your absence. the spaces between the lines of our story are now filled with the deafening noise of what remains unsaid.

it's a painful paradox – the more i long to bridge the gap, the wider it becomes.

I rewind the clock, if i could. not to rewrite our story, but to savor the fleeting moments we took for granted. it's a cruel irony that the clarity of hindsight arrives too late, revealing the beauty of what we had when it's already slipping away, isn't it, darling?

the whisper of a goodbye that hangs in the air. my heart echoes with the traces of what once was, a sound of sorrow that only time can compose.

with a heavy heart,

J.