Echoes Never Stay
I was raised among unfinished rooms and half-closed doors. I learned early that some people leave long before their footsteps fade. A house I never had became the dream I carried: warm light, one table, no empty chairs. For years, I kept my heart behind locked gates. Then a voice arrived carrying keys made of promises. I laid my fears before him like fragile glass. He swore he would never be the hand that dropped them. I believed. I built futures from borrowed words, stitched forever from moments, placed my faith in a horizon I could not touch. But some vows are only echoes. And echoes never stay. When he disappeared, the ruins looked familiar. As if fate had simply returned me to a place it had always reserved. There was a time when I believed love was a destination. Now it feels more like a ghost. Yet if there is one thing I cannot bury, it is the truth that my heart chose him completely. So I have closed the gate again. No new names. No new promises. No white dresses waiting in hidd...