Echoes

The world is silent. Memories never seems to fade. I looked back at my blog post "Head Over Heels..." today, and I cringed. We faded right away, as everything does in my life when I truly believe in it. Love is a beautiful yet treacherous thing, filled with twists and turns that can lead us to the highest peaks of ecstasy or plunge us into the deepest abyss of despair. And oh, how I have never even kissed anybody?

There's a certain ache that comes with remembering the moments shared with someone who once held the key to your heart. The laughter that once echoed through empty rooms now feels like a distant dream, drowned out by the deafening silence of my bedroom walls. It's not just the loss of him, it's the loss of myself into my eating disorder. It's so much more. Life, I guess... It never seems to get better, but I have chosen to live as happy as I can. They say time heals all wounds, but sometimes it feels like time is nothing more than a cruel illusion, taunting us with the hope of a brighter tomorrow while we remain trapped in the shadows of yesterday. No matter how many days pass, the ache remains, a constant companion in the lonely hours of the night.

I've tried to fill the void with distractions and fleeting pleasures, but nothing can replace the love that once filled my heart to the brim in my childhood before it was ruined all too suddenly. And so I find myself wandering aimlessly through life, searching for something I fear I may never find again. But maybe, just maybe, somewhere out there, another heart is yearning to find it's way back to mine. I like to daydream. Maybe it's time to listen to Thinking out Loud by Ed Sheeran again.

Until then, I'll hold onto the echoes of our love, treasuring them like precious relics of a time long gone. For even though our story may have reached its tragic conclusion, the memories we shared will live on forever in the ballad of our broken hearts.

Yes, I said our.

Love, Lenna