Whispers of Love in the Dawn’s Light
The cold dawn brings back memories
A snowflake falls, and life continues its relentless course. I don’t know if you are reading my foolish words at this early hour, but I sincerely hope that, at least, you feel the truth that escapes in each one of these words. My life belongs to you, even if you don’t want to see it. And I know that you desire me from the depths of your soul, but pride won’t let you admit it.
As the dawn breaks, casting a gentle light over the world, my thoughts are consumed by you. Like that lone snowflake, unique and fleeting, so are the moments we’ve shared, precious and rare. In the quiet of the morning, I find myself lost in the memory of your laughter, the warmth of your gaze that once met mine.
Though distance may lie between us, my heart knows no bounds. It reaches out to you, across the miles, across the silence that has grown between us. In the stillness, I wonder, do you ever pause and think of me? Do the echoes of our past ever resonate in your heart as they do in mine?
In these words, I pour out my soul, a silent plea veiled in ink and hope. I yearn for the day when you let down your walls, when pride no longer stands as a barrier between us. For in my heart, I hold a truth undeniable — a love so profound, unyielding against the tides of time and change.
So as another snowflake joins the dance of descent, I hold onto the belief that love, like the seasons, can change even the coldest of hearts. And in this endless dance of waiting and wanting, I remain, ever hopeful, ever longing for the day when our souls can reunite in the harmony they once knew.
