Dark Romance 4 Life

my heart, a heavy stone and a sea of melancholy. I am engulfed by this ocean. I veil this ache, beneath a tranquil facade. Yet you seem untouched by such burdens. This presence has haunted me twice before. Taunting me with its mocking dance. Though I remained untouched by its whisper loss in the simplicity of youth and wrapped in denial and the belief that others for bore greater sorrows. But now the void consumes my mind. Laden with what we endured together, or so I thought. I long for the days when our laughter intertwined, and our secrets flowed like threads in the twilight, now empty like my heart I’ve spoken of our laughter, a bittersweet reminder that you were the only one who could draw such joy from me, leaving me, breathless, my cheeks flushed like a ripe tomato. This memory brings tears to my eyes, and oh, how I wish it were you beside me, sharing my sorrow instead of being the reason for it. But the hardest truth is that sometimes a thought creeps in, that perhaps our friendship was never real, and I was merely a sounding board for your struggles. I have side step this for sometime. Hoping it wasn’t true, that we were still friends then, and still are. Unfortunately, it’s become a painful truth, like a knife plunging into my heart. My tears fall as I write this, knowing you’ll never see my pain written into these pages. Yet still, I hold onto the echoes of our laughter, hoping for the day they might return. I’ll carry these memories alone, a bittersweet reminder of what once was and what still could be