Another day dawns, and here I am, waiting for you once more. Yet, there is no sign of you—no whisper of your presence, no trace of your footsteps. It has been almost a year since I last saw you, but your smile remains clear in my mind as time itself has refused to let it fade. This is the place where we made a promise—a promise that we would never leave each other. We swore that even if the world tore us apart, one of us would wait here, holding onto the hope of reunion. And so, I wait. I know it's futile now. I cannot bring you back, nor can I turn back the hands of time. But still, I come here, drawn by the ghost of your memory, by the echoes of a love that once was.
The air here still carries your scent, faint but unmistakable. The fragrance of these flowers reminds me of the day you tucked one behind your ear, your laughter ringing like music as you leaned against me, your head resting in my lap. You told me everything—your dreams, your fears, the little things that made your day. The birds sang for us, the trees whispered our secrets, and the lake reflected our love, pure and unbroken. They were witnesses to our happiness, to the time when we were inseparable. But now, they stand as silent sentinels, guarding the remnants of what we once shared.
I don't know what went wrong. Was it my fault? Did I not care enough, or did I care too much? Was my trust baseless, or was it my love that drove you away? The distance between us grew, inch by inch, until we became strangers. And if I was so unworthy, why did you come into my life? Why did you let me fall for you? I know I was the one who took the first step, who told you how I felt. But you could have stopped me. You could have turned away before I fell too deep. Yet, you didn't. And now, I can't blame you entirely. I should have known that love isn't always enough. When you started pulling away, when your words became fewer, I should have asked you why, I should have reached out, I should have fought for you. But how could I? How could I doubt the love I felt for you? How could I question the very thing that gave my life meaning?
My fear of losing you kept me silent. It grew stronger with each passing day, a shadow that loomed over my heart, stifling my courage. I couldn't bring myself to ask you, to stop you, to demand an explanation. And now, it's too late. You're gone, and all that remains is this hollow ache, this endless longing that refuses to subside.
I know it's foolish to hope. I know it's pointless to believe you might come back. But there's still a tiny light in my heart, a small, fragile hope that refuses to die. It might be irrational, it might be useless, but this all I have. So, I'll wait for you, not just today, but for as long as I live. Because somewhere deep inside, I still believe in the promise we made. I still believe in us.
So, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, remember this: I know you are busy, but there is someone who is waiting for you. Someone who loves you still, despite the silence, despite the distance, despite the pain. I am here, waiting for you.