Echoes of July

July has a strange way of making everything look alive while something inside me still feels unfinished. The streets are brighter, the days are longer, and people seem happier, yet I keep looking for you in places I know you won't be. Every familiar corner, every sunset, every warm evening carries a memory of someone who is no longer part of my life.

I keep telling myself that I've moved on, but some part of me is still waiting. Not for us to be together again, but for the ache to finally disappear. I wonder if you ever think about what we could have been, or if I'm just a forgotten season in your story. I don't even need answers anymore I just wish the memories didn't arrive so effortlessly.

Maybe one day July will simply be July again instead of reminding me of you. Until then, I'll keep walking forward, carrying the love I couldn't hold onto and the goodbye I never truly wanted. Some people leave our lives, but somehow they never completely leave our hearts.

Thanks for Reading 

Prateek Gupta 

10:07 PM

Delhi, India

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