Tender Whisper
“You were loved every single day,” I whispered into the cool air, my breath mingling with the unseen arms of memory’s embrace. Their favorite stories echoed through the passage of time—lessons wrapped in the starlight of forgotten nights. Through quiet truths and the weight of loss, I recited those cherished tales, each word weaving a gentle balm over the absence they left behind. With every reading, we were bound closer, a connection flowing beyond the boundaries of time, like tides caressing the shores of kindred souls.
Tender Whisper
Enduring The Ache
Some visits passed in silence, words lost in the heavy void of the air. Tears overflowed their fragile limits, until numbness gently took hold. Fractured cracks cradled unanswered whispers, murmuring that it was time to let go. Existence shifted solemnly, light bending and refracting like shadows within the quiet stillness. Life resumed its rhythm, slow and hesitant, while the ache lingered in its wake. Memories echoed, familiar and unyielding, stretching across time. Yet with each dawn, each tender morning, came the quiet tendrils of healing—woven through tears, solace, and a heart slowly reborn.
Enduring The Ache
