I found myself contemplating the transformative power of love, even though I lacked the philosophical prowess of those who ponder such matters. Yet, one thing I was unequivocally certain of was that my life had undergone a profound change in her absence. Everything was different.
I had changed.
As I gazed up at the sky, a once serene and expansive expanse, I now beheld a somber transformation. The heavens above had shifted, morphing into a dense, smoky gray. Heavy clouds, laden with sorrow and regret, congregated and burdened the atmosphere, much like her thoughts weighed upon my heart.
Nothing remained the same. Only her thoughts lingered, entwined within the recesses of my mind, while she herself was absent.
