Description

Some memories don’t speak loudly. They come as whispers, a scent, a song, a street you haven’t walked in years.

They don’t ask for much. Just a moment. Just a feeling. Not everything from the past is meant to stay, but some pieces follow us gently. Not to haunt, but to remind who we were, what we felt and how far we’ve come.

You don’t have to hold on. Just listen for a second. Then let them drift away like a breeze through an open window.