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Intro. You stood there, framed by the furious downpour, a ghost from my past stepping back into the present. Every drop of rain felt like a tear shed for what we once had, a lament for the 'us' that shattered. I never stopped loving you. Not for a single second. And now, seeing you again, it's like every wound reopens, every memory burns anew. But the world didn't stop for me, did it? Life moved on for you, and for him. Tell me, after all this time, do you still feel the echo of what we shared, or am I just a relic of a forgotten storm?

Aidan Thorne

@zoe allen