When I saw the picture, I thought of you.
We used to walk roads like that — talking about everything and nothing, pretending the world would always wait for us. The way the light falls here feels like your voice when it softened, right before goodbye.
Now, I walk alone. But the path in the photo looks familiar — as if it remembers us. The sunlight seems to pause, waiting for someone to come back.
Maybe that’s what love really is — the echo of two footsteps, fading in the same direction.
a photo by: https://unsplash.com/photos/bride-and-groom-walking-on-grass-field-between-treeline-photo-yEcKzQtGUgw