EchoRing
Not every story begins with thunder, war, or prophecy.✨
Some begin in the quietest way-
with a little girl tugging at her mother's hand,
with a school wall lined with clay handprints,
with a question left hanging in the air:
"Are you okay?"🙂
This is not just a tale of love lost and found.
It is a tale told like a secret, one that unfolds slowly,
as if whispered from an old grandmother to a curious listener.😊
And in this story, Eva is you.
The listener.
The witness.
The one who must decide what each silence truly means.
A femine urge to write a song for your loved once but you don't have courage to show them. These lines came suddenly to me. 😁
i wrote a song for you, but it wasn't dedicated to you - the lyrics had your name but never you.
was what we felt real, or was it only the illusion of what I wished for?
i wrote a song for us, but all it held was my feelings for you; I never knew what you felt for me.
if we were still together would you take the privilege to sing that together or will you just ignore how you did when I confessed?
This may not be upto your expectations coz you'll might have read the more interesting stories and it's just my first time writing so if you all think I should improve on particular places just inform me. 😅😅
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