@heysheisstillherealways: Every sunset, I think of you. As twilight bleeds across the fading sky, I feel you stirring in the stillness, in that sacred silence where daylight goes to die and forgotten things begin to breathe. As though the heavens still remember the love we never got to live, and every dying ray of sunlight carries your ghost back to the hollow places within me. And when the last light surrenders, I swear I feel you near— like a breath against my skin, like a whisper from another lifetime, too distant for my hands to reach, yet too deeply buried in my soul for death itself to steal. Perhaps some part of you was left behind in me, a shadow stitched beneath my ribs, a haunting without a grave, a goodbye that never learned how to become an ending. And perhaps some part of me still wanders through the twilight, searching for you in every dying sky, forever standing at the edge of a love that never found its way home. For even the sun knows when to surrender to the dark. But I remain— a restless ghost in the ruins of something that never had the chance to live, mourning someone the earth has not yet buried. And I wonder how many lifetimes must pass before the evening stops wearing your face. Or if the cruelest part of loving you is knowing that one day even my bones will turn to dust, and still, somewhere between the sunset and the silence, the darkness will remember how I waited for you.

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Wednesday 21 October 2026 03:50:06 GMT