Memories, delicate as a caged bird, flutter within the confines of my mind, refusing to be forgotten. They wander the corridors of my thoughts, like specters, leaving no space for other recollections to find a home.
Yet, at the mere mention of her name, the specter of pain reawakens, its relentless grip refusing to let go. It’s a torment that I detest, but who truly revels in such agony?
I find myself ensnared, a prisoner to the echoes of her love. The desire to move on is there, but it’s as if invisible chains hold me captive, preventing me from escaping the haunting shadow of her affection.
It’s as if her love was etched into my very skin, an indelible tattoo, a constant reminder of what was and what can never be again. Every attempt to break free from this emotional straitjacket only leads to more anguish.
The crux of the matter is, she’s no longer by my side; her heart now resides in another’s embrace, and I’m left grappling with the lingering phantoms of our lost love.
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