I'm submerged beneath the weight of forgotten dreams and unspoken words, each one a silent echo of the love we once shared. Every memory feels like a whisper in the wind, haunting yet beautiful, reminding me of the unfulfilled promises and vows we made to each other. Our dreams, now scattered like autumn leaves, once painted our world with vibrant colours of hope and passion.

Yet, it's the unspoken words that weigh heaviest on my heart—the 'I love yous' left unsaid, the apologies never whispered, the future we never dared to dream aloud.

As I reflect on our time together, I realize that we both were fighting our demons. The difference was stark—you knew your enemy, faced it head-on, while I was lost in a fog of confusion, battling shadows I couldn't name.

This difference tore us apart, a silent rift that grew between us. In the depths of my solitude, I find myself yearning for those moments we lost, longing to breathe life back into the love that now feels like a distant and sad melody. In the silent war within our hearts, our love was both our armour and our greatest weakness, leaving us to navigate a battlefield where clarity was your ally and uncertainty was my constant companion.