In the depths of another endless night, her memory haunts me, accompanied by the weight of my mistakes. Why is it so difficult to bury the past and forge ahead?
In the haze, every other woman pales in comparison to her. I've been drowning in drink lately, seeking solace in forgetfulness, yet she lingers, refusing to fade.
Weeks, perhaps months, have passed since our paths crossed. I'm slowly forgetting her face, inching forward, yet something holds me back, a nameless anchor.
I'm adrift, trapped in the shadows of yesterday, perpetually planning for a future that eludes me. How does one learn to inhabit the present when it feels so foreign?
I'm just a university student, grappling with life's relentless pace. Until next time, I remind myself: to keep pace with life's rhythm, one must learn to move forward.