Silence doesn’t read as space… instead it evokes memories of abandonment.
She woke slowly, the soft light spilling into the room. Just as she opened her eyes, a familiar voice echoed behind her-gentle, almost a whisper…
"Why do you still carry me in your mornings?"
She paused, letting the question settle before answering quietly,
“Because love doesn't care about clocks or calendars…. It stays tangled in the space between night and morning, in the fragile silence before the world wakes.
…It's not about when or how it happened-just that it never left. Every day, I wake with the ache of missing you, carrying a quiet longing that no time can heal, only deepen."
* Malibu Nights- Lany 🎶*
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