Her Eyes…

As I drift through the halls of old memories, I see her, her laughter, her smile, the quiet grace in her every move, the spark that once defined her.

“I love me,” she had written, a fleeting moment on Snapchat, glowing like a firefly caught in time. A bold claim, wrapped in soft light. How I adored her then.

“She looks so happy,” I think, the words lingering in my mind like a half formed melody. Of course, she does. She was.

But as I watch her, a strange ache blooms within me. I don’t know her anymore. Deep down, I envy her , the girl I used to be. A reminder of what I was, what I’ve lost.

Her eyes…oh, her eyes. They don’t shine like they used to. The spark is gone. And though she was me, I know now… I can never be her again.