"The world is so loud, yet all I hear is the space where your voice used to be. You are the tide that pulled the heart right out of my chest, leaving me stranded on a shore of 'almosts' and 'not quites.' I see you in the moon—distant, cold, and impossibly beautiful. I reach for you every night, knowing my fingers will only touch the air. But even the cold is better than the numbness of a life without the memory of you."
ENMaleMiddle AgedNarrationStorytellingDeepWarmCalmSmoothCinematic
