My leftover

I fell headfirst into a reckless love. A love that beat so loudly I knew I would go deaf, but I didn't mind because it was the only sound I wanted to hear.

A love without half spoken promises and empty words. I fell into a blazing love, a brave love. A love that burned with certainty, without fear of what tomorrow might bring.

Arik was the best thing that ever happened to me. He transformed my chaos and pain into something beautiful, a memory I can cherish whenever I want. He shifted my worries into a better mood and thawed my stone-cold heart into a tender romance.

I was in turmoil when he found me, yet he didn't hesitate to stand by me, enduring the flames alongside.

But now, it feels like he left me alone amidst his relentless fire, his fierce blaze.

I watched my daughter sitting on the living room carpet, engrossed in painting. It was her passion, discovered at the tender age of three, and she continued to pursue it.