Airwaves

As the evening settled in, I found myself alone in the small, dimly lit room that had become both my sanctuary and prison. The walls, once filled with the laughter and warmth of shared dreams, now echoed with the haunting silence of memories. The airwaves around me hummed with the gentle static of an unused radio, a reminder of how communication had broken down between us.

I know I've been distant lately, keeping up appearances as if everything was fine. But the truth was far from it. The weight of our separation pressed heavily on my soul. Nights were the hardest; the emptiness of the bed next to me served as a constant reminder of your absence.

I missed you with every passing day, even though I knew you didn't want to hear it. For seven years, you were my heart's home, and since you left, I've felt lost and alone. I hoped you were finding yourself, exploring new horizons. I was sorry for not being the support you needed, and the pain of that failure was a daily torment.

I wasn't angry or mad, just heartbroken and sad. We had both made mistakes, choices that had led us here. But in my heart, there was nothing you could do that would have pushed me away. You believed we were better apart, but how could you be sure when you kept running away? You would always have a special place in my heart, a longing to rewind time, a wish that none of this had torn us apart. This journey without you was anything but easy.

So, I sat there, in the dim light, speaking into the microphone, pouring my heart out in what I hoped would be the best song of my life. I wanted you to hear me, just one last time. I imagined you hitting play, listening, and hopefully, hitting rewind to let go of all the negativity that trapped your mind.

I sang into the airwaves, hoping the song would find you wherever you were. I wanted you to know that when life got hard, this song would remind you that I was still in your heart. Through the best and worst times, my love for you would endure until my heart burst.

In sickness and in health, through the highs and lows of life, I promised to be there, to find a way out of any darkness we encountered. Till death did us part, I vowed to hold these feelings, to cherish them until my last breath.

"Stevie, can you hear me?" I whispered into the microphone, my voice cracking with emotion. "I hope this message finds you, that you're okay." The signal of my love traveled through the airwaves, a desperate plea for you to not stop listening. You were, and always would be, the best part of me.

I confessed my love and my apologies for everything that went wrong. "You are my favorite melody," I said, hoping that somewhere, somehow, you were listening.

"Stevie, please don't forget about me. My love for you will travel through centuries, an eternal testament of what we once had." The words echoed in the empty room, a heartfelt serenade to a love lost but never forgotten. "Stevie, it's not clear to me why things ended the way they did, but I'll always wish we could have had our forever, together in the cemetery weather."

As the song ended, the room fell silent, the airwaves carrying my message out into the night. I sat there, holding onto the faint hope that somewhere, you were listening, and that my love would find its way back to you.

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