Us

    As I stand before the ruins, I can’t help but wonder what it might’ve looked like if we had a future. If it hadn’t fallen apart. If the bond we built had been strong enough to withstand even the wildest storm. What if we had just held on a little tighter, tried a little harder? What would the castle look like now?

We could’ve built something close to perfection. Not flawless, but real. A place shaped by effort, patience, and love. Or maybe we would’ve ignored the cracks, let the silence grow louder, and watched it slowly become a hollow place we only returned to out of habit, not because it felt like home.

I keep imagining both versions. One filled with light, laughter echoing off the walls, warmth in every corner. The other, quiet and cold, just a smell of what could’ve been.

And somewhere between those two versions… is us.

x, myle.