The rain tapped softly against my window, each drop echoing the emptiness in my chest. I used to imagine us laughing here, sharing secrets and dreams, but now… only silence remains.
He left without a word, leaving memories that burned brighter than the pain. Every corner of this room holds his shadow, every song reminds me of his smile. I try to move on, but the echoes of him linger… fading slowly, yet refusing to disappear completely.
I whispered his name into the wind tonight, hoping it might reach him. But the wind returned nothing, just a hollow reply that mirrored my heart.
I keep telling myself: "It's over. Let go." Yet every night, I wait… hoping he might come back, not realizing that some echoes are never meant to return.