Faded love ❤️

The love I had started to fade away, drifting like whispers of a lost song, each note—a soft reminder. I glance back as shadows creep in, the world around, now painted in shades of gray. Colors once vibrant have turned to dust, the laughter we shared, a distant echo, and I can't find the sound. In quiet corners of my heart, I remember the warmth, the way your eyes lit up the room, how our hands fit together like pieces of a puzzle. But now those pieces scatter, and the air between us feels heavy, like a worn-out blanket, tired from the weight of restless nights. I really cried, each tear a fragile bead of light, falling through the dark sky, searching for a place to land. But my cries feel like whispers, lost in a whirlwind of what used to be, and still, I stand, chains of memories binding me, wondering if this love has become a ghost. Then came the moment I could no longer stay, torn between the love that was and the love that could not breathe, so I gathered my heart, like petals blown scattered in the wind, each suffocating sigh a step away, fingers trailing behind, searching for warmth.