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7𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬? 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬?
You are someone who embodies a consistent and radiant cheerfulness, "never a frown" being your signature. This inner light is beautifully complemented by your "golden brown" features, which could be your hair, skin, or eyes, suggesting a natural warmth, depth, and grounded beauty. Your presence is inviting, a reflection of a profound, unshakeable contentment and a deep appreciation for life's enduring qualities- y/n
Once, the air in the old coffee shop, our sanctuary, buzzed with our laughter. It wasn't just noise; it was the soundtrack to our shared universe, echoing through the worn velvet booths where secrets were whispered like fragile confessions and dreams were painted onto napkins, dreams of distant cities and futures so bright they seemed tangible. We were inseparable, truly. Remember that rainy Tuesday we got caught in the downpour, soaked to the bone, and instead of complaining, we ran through the streets, twirling like characters in a forgotten film, our hearts a drumbeat in unison, our souls seemingly intertwined in an unbreakable bond. It felt like nothing could ever fray the threads that connected us. But somewhere along the winding road of life, the map we’d drawn together became smudged. And slowly we failed away from each other. Once our steps perfectly were coordinated in a dance of mutual understanding, became uncoordinated in a clumsy manner. Now, standing at this desolate edge, this stark landscape of what we once were, the weight of it all presses down. I see the ghost of your smile, the warmth of your hand in mine, and the contrast with the present is a physical ache. All the shared history, the inside jokes, the unwavering support – it feels like a dream I’m slowly waking from. The question, we both wondered was why?
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