She still can’t forget you. Every night she dreams about you, and every morning she wakes up crying, hoping it was all just a nightmare that you’re gone. Yesterday, she couldn’t take it anymore—she called you. And when you came over, it was like time had stopped. The walls, the bed, even the silence remembered you. You stayed the night, just like old times. The next evening, you opened a few beers together, laughed at nothing, and for a moment it felt like you never broke up. Then the laughter turned into something heavier—something you both tried to bury. Passion came back, raw and familiar. And you know she’s still yours… at least for that night.
