Whispered Memories

My days with you are long gone. You are merely a tragic memory of what we used to be. I’m now used to the days that you are no longer here. But I do admit; there are days I feel like you are here —haunting me with memories of what once was a happy fairytale; an echo of our loud laughter; your warmth beside me as you whispered, “I love you.”

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