Waiting

I'm standing here on the old bridge, right where we first met. Do you remember? The wind is blowing through my hair, just like it did back then. And with every gust, all the beautiful memories come flooding back. Our walks together across this very bridge, the conversations, the laughter—a time that felt so perfect. I think back to it so often, to the magic we shared. Sometimes I wonder if any of that has stayed with you. Because now… now you don't even get my messages anymore, or you just don't reply. It feels like you've completely moved on, and I'm just a blank page. It hurts to have lost you like this. I know there are reasons why we're not together anymore, and it's okay that we're going our separate ways. But still, I can't help but think about you and who we once were. These feelings just won't go away, as much as I sometimes wish I could. It's hard to cross this bridge alone now, it's so full of traces of us.