These days, who do I talk to? I find myself in conversation with the ghosts of memories, the echoes of laughter shared in sunlit moments, and the whispers of dreams once dreamt together. I speak to the silence between heartbeats, to the longing that lingers in the twilight, and to the stars that witnessed our love's first bloom. Each word is a tribute to you, a silent prayer carried on the wind, hoping to reach you wherever you are. I talk to the moonlit nights that remember our secrets and to the raindrops that mimic the tears we once shed. I converse with the shadows that dance on my walls, shadows that remind me of the silhouette of your smile. In these dialogues with the past, I find fragments of us, still alive, still vibrant, still achingly beautiful. The world moves on, but my heart remains in perpetual conversation with the essence of you, the you that will forever be a part of me.


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