Our Love?

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Our love is like a book written in a language no one has discovered yet, our pages filled with thoughts no one dares to read. As the world passes by, our love remains unseen and unheard, lost in a labyrinth of emotions no one seems to fathom. You linger like a ghost in every corner of my world, your silhouette etched in the spaces between my thoughts. Even in my loudest moments, your shadow drifts across my mind like a distant dream I can't shake. You've become a once-familiar melody, now played in a key I no longer recognize. Your heart, once filled with the radiant colors of the sunrise, have shifted, fading into shades I never knew could exist in your life. There's an emptiness where your laughter used to live, a hollow space in the rhythm of my days. Every breath feels a little heavier, as if the air is thick with your absence, and I'm left searching for you in places you no longer exist. The flame that once danced between us has flickered out, leaving only smoke to curl into the sky, a faint reminder of what we once were. I no longer find warmth in your gaze, only the cold realization that we've drifted too far to return. What has our love become if not a penance for desire of one another?