Golden Hours

One rainy evening, you stared at the worn picture in your hand. In it, you were young, and beside you was me. My eyes sparkling with a joy that seemed to defy time itself.   We thought our love would last forever, that nothing could tear us apart. How wrong we were.   Now, I exist in a twilight zone. A place where memories and regrets intertwine. I relive our happiest moments—the laughter, the stolen kisses, the promises we made. But I'm also haunted by the 'what ifs,' the paths not taken, the chances not seized.   One rainy evening, I saw you wandering through our familiar haunts. The old oak tree where we used to sit. The rain soaked you to the bone, but you didn't care. Your eyes held a melancholic depth that pains me. The world moves on. Relentless and indifferent. But for you, time has frozen, trapped in the moment I left.   Know that I'm with you in the whisper of the wind, the soft touch of rain, and the warmth of the sun. Though distance now separates us, my...

The golden goddess danced across the celestial stage as I strolled through the bustling market. Lost in a world of chromatic extravaganza and intoxicating scents. It was there, amidst the cacophony of life, that I had never expected to stumble upon something so extraordinary.   A simple collision had ignited a spark within me. The melody that echoed through my soul and the gentle caress against my heart captivated me from the very beginning.   Our conversations flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream winding its way through a lush forest. Each word he uttered was a precious gem, illuminating the corners of my heart. He was a whirlwind that swept me off my feet. There was a warmth in his touch, a comfort in his presence, that made my heart feel like it was floating on clouds.    And so we spent the afternoon together, sharing stories, laughing until our sides ached, and even dancing a little to the live music. I felt a harmony with him that I've never experienced be...