This empty seat seems to hold a story that only my heart remembers...!! It was an early winter morning, dew drops wet my feet He came, sat beside me, staring to my face like tried to read! I kept my head on his shoulder to have some peace! He said, let the tears drop come out, it would heal. He read it right, something inside me that kill A quite road, we two sitting on the bench and a reliable shoulder Gave the best feel of having someone as best friend forever!
Some memories never really leave us, dear, they quietly live in the corners of our hearts, reminding us of the people who once made us feel safe, understood, and never alone. Beautifully written. βοΈπ₯°β€οΈπΉπ
thanks sweetie, that's just an imagination or can be the impact of Korean drama I watched ππ Glad that I grabbed the last slot, I almost lost it! Your praise means the world to me, love ya! π€ππ¦π₯°β€οΈπ«Άβ¨
The feet will not stop and the bench will not fill. That is the whole tension of a quiet road, and the gold light makes the empty seat look like it is in on the secret. I keep landing on the same fork: walk past, or finally sit.