In the shadowed corridors of memory, Where the past weaves its enigmatic tapestry, I wander, a lost traveler, seeking solace, Yet finding only echoes of love once fierce.

My childhood, a distant whisper, eludes me, Like a half-forgotten dream on the cusp of dawn. High school days, mere fragments, scattered lake leaves, Blown away by the winds of time, irretrievable.

But ah, that two-love affair- A tempest of emotions, a symphony of heartbeats- It clings to my soul, an unyielding vibe, Twisting around my...