Lost love is a pain that never truly fades. It's a wound that heals but leaves a scar. Memories of what we had linger, haunting us like a ghost. Every moment we shared, every laugh, every tear, is etched in our minds. We replay them over and over, wondering what went wrong. The what-ifs and maybes consume us, driving us mad. We search for answers, but they're nowhere to be found. The silence is deafening, a constant reminder of what's missing. Our hearts ache with longing, yearning for one more touch. We're left with just a shadow of what we once had. The love we shared is now nothing more than a memory. It's a bitter-sweet reminder of what could've been. I'm forced to move on, to find a new sense of purpose. But the truth is, I've been true over it. It left an indelible mark on my soul. It changed me, shaping me into someone new. We're forever altered, our hearts bearing the scars of what we've lost. Time may heal, but it never erases....
