Late-night memories
You are always my heartbeat.
A quiet love letter made from old photos, distance, and every version of you I still carry with me.
The heart forms from your photos in /photos.
Scroll slowly
I kept every version of you.
Even time could not teach my heart to forget you.
Some people become memories.
You became my heartbeat.
Memory lane
Where the quiet parts still remember.
Scroll like you are opening an old box of photographs at 2am. Each frame is a small room where love kept the lights low.
I still revisit old photos like people revisit places they miss.
Forever, quietly
Some people become memories.
But you became my heartbeat.
And I still love you in every version of time.
— forever yours