I see your tears welling within your soul, you grieve for lost love. It’s a weight that presses against your chest, a heaviness that no words can lift. In the quiet, where the world has hushed and every sound has faded to a distant silence. I can feel the heartbeat of your sorrow.

The kind that makes the air feel thin, like you're trying to breathe through a sieve or underwater.

As a friend, I understand...

You loved her like the morning sunrise — steady, unwavering. It was that rare kind of love that makes you feel like you’ve found your home, like the pieces of your heart that had been scattered across time had somehow fused together in the heat of her touch. The gentleness of her voice. but love, for all its promises of forever, can shatter as quickly as glass.

The room where you stand, the walls that witnessed your laughter, the couch where you whispered secrets into the dim glow of candlelight — it all feels hollow now. Her presence still lingers in the corners, in the shadows of your memories, and that’s what hurts the most. That she’s gone, but still here. Her ghost, an imprint on your skin, on your soul, in every breath you take.

You reach for the wine glass on the counter, your fingers trembling just slightly. It’s been hours since she left, but it feels like a lifetime, an eternity stretching out in the minutes that refuse to pass. You wonder if she’s sitting somewhere now, wondering about you, aching in the same way.

But no!

The last look in her eyes was cold, a door shutting, sealing you off from her forever.
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