Wow I felt this. There is a point that you can never return to what it was and captured it well here

“Time, that patient craftsman,
molded us until we became strangers,
two travelers who share the road,
but not the destination.”

…and…

“And ours, however painful it is to admit,
ended where it had to end:
at the exact point where I stopped loving you
and you stopped recognizing me.”

There is so much weight in those lines but at the same time, it’s like it’s lifted. When it’s done, it’s irretrievable. Wow, this is…incredible

Brilliantly penned, PAR. Excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. This is next level good, I hope I’m this good someday. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

hello dearest Par this is sad but true…love does end in moments lost…it’s like a slow tide taking grains of sand with it until your castle is washed away…I don’t know how to give up on love but I do realize when if fades great write ❤️

“appreciation”
LOL.
This is a wonderfully detailed write. Perhaps it is melancholy, yet it is written very well and holds our attention thoroughly.
Well done, Paulo.

Thank you for asking for my collaboration, Brenda. The dark side is my anvil, banging in my noggin.

Powerfully penned, Brenda & Adagio. Amazing collaboration you two. Appreciate you, both.

Damian