Random Thoughts of You

Before you drifted into my life, I existed in a world stripped of color, caring for absolutely nothing at all. Each day was merely a carbon copy of the last—a hollow, mundane cycle of waking and sleeping, heavy with a quiet emptiness I had simply accepted as my fate.

​Then, you arrived. You irrevocably changed everything. But now, looking back across the distance between us, that brief warmth only makes the cold reality of your absence so much harder to bear. I find myself trapped in the memory of what we were, longing for the days when your presence filled a void I never knew was there, and wondering how I am supposed to return to a silence that now feels so much louder.