If you wonder if I still think of you, know that not a day passes without your memory gracing my thoughts, like whispers through a half-open door. And if you wonder why I have remained distant, it's because I strive to keep that door shut, lest the past flood the present.
Love once to bloomed, a sun-kissed garden we tended together. But you cut me deeply, leaving scars that etched the soil of my heart.. Forgiveness, like fragile petals, unfurls, but our plot was lost to the frost of betrayal. I am tending to a new garden now that deseves my full attention and devotion, but I will never forget you.

















