Dolor in amore consumptus

I gave you my hours like offerings at a sacred altar mornings wrapped in hope, nights soaked in devotion, days carved out of dreams I no longer remember. Now I walk through the ruins of moments I can’t reclaim; your laughter still haunts the corners of hours that once felt eternal. I don’t regret loving you I regret the years I poured into someone who never stayed. I regret the moments that died while I was busy believing in forever. Time moves on, but I am still stitched to the seconds I lost on you still learning how to live with the ache of loving someone who wasn’t built to last. CelebritySage Writing of the Godly 📃✍️