He’s still wearing the ghost of her perfume.
His heart’s a museum, and her photos are the exhibits.
When he talks about love, he still hears her voice echoing.
He’s stuck in a rerun, and she’s the only episode.
Every love song feels like a time machine to her.
His heart is still typing her name in the search bar.
He keeps the past on replay like its his favorite playlist.
Even his shadow looks for her in the sunlight.
Hes holding onto memories like theyre the only treasures in his chest.
Hes walking through the present, but his heart lives in yesterday.
Every ‘I love you’ feels like a ghost apology for letting her go.
Hes still checking the rearview mirror for the love he lost.
His heart is a book with her story still open.
He’s searching for her in all the wrong faces.
Every time he smiles, he’s just remembering her laughter.
His heart’s playlist is stuck on her favorite song.
He’s pouring his coffee like its a silent tribute to her.
He breaks off pieces of his heart to send her in the wind.
His soul is a garden, and she’s the only flower blooming.
When he looks at the stars, he only counts the ones they shared.
Every sunset reminds him of their last goodbye.
He carries her name like a secret on his lips.
His dreams still text her goodnight.
Hes standing in yesterdays rain, hoping shell remember him too.
His laughter holds a hollow echo where her joy used to be.
Every heartbeat whispers her name in the silence.
Hes stuck in a love letter that never got sent.
His heart is a time capsule waiting for her to return.
He wears his heartbreak like a badge of honor.
Shes the unfinished chapter in his love story.
He still searches for her in the details of everyday life.
His heart is a compass, always pointing back to her.
He dances with shadows that remind him of her smile.
His memories are like shadows, always trailing behind.
He rebuilds her in his mind, brick by brick.
Every night is a rerun of the love he cant let go.
His thoughts often wander down the paths they used to walk.
Hes still chasing echoes of a love that used to be.
His heart holds on like a child clutching a favorite toy.
Each ‘what if’ is a reminder he cant shake off.
Hes painted his world in colors of their memories.
Every old song feels like a letter from the past.
He carries her laughter in a pocket of his soul.
He’s penned love letters that never found their way to her.
His heart is still tangled in the threads of yesterday’s love.
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