"Love is a container of silence, a gap for breath, an invisible outline that supports each other's shapes."
When forgetting becomes the norm, is that stranger who knows your habits well, a gift from fate, or a ghost from the past?
His silent brushes hide stories you don't remember, and his restrained eyes reflect a flame you can't see.
Between the ashes of memory and the ruins of emotion, a silent reconstruction that begins with doubt and ends with gaze slowly begins.
Looks good, looks good, looks good! ! ! ! ! ! !