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It hurts so much to admit that I still miss you...
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It hurts so much to admit that I still miss you. Your heart, my hand, somehow, I let it go. And now I know what I didn't know before. Sometimes, it's good to let go of something good. But in my head, you're still mine. And I come back every night. I see your face in the summer sky. I count the stars in your eyes. What went wrong and what went right. Fades with the passing years. We may not have a lifetime. But at least we had the Northern Lights. (Teddy S.)
Sorrowful Memories of Love in the Summer Sky
This image captures a poignant moment of nostalgia, with a person's face reflected in the stars of the summer sky, surrounded by the ethereal beauty of the Northern Lights. The hyperrealistic scene is shot in high definition, with intricate details and perfect composition.
Created by Giselle on Apr 28, 2025 using the Flux Schnell AI image generator model.
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- It hurts so much to admit that I still miss you. Your heart, my hand, somehow, I let it go. And now I know what I didn't know before. Sometimes, it's good to let go of something good. But in my head, you're still mine. And I come back every night. I see your face in the summer sky. I count the stars ...Weight: 1
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@Gise Perhaps the only reason he hasn’t left yet... is because his body still longs for you, like someone clinging to the last spark of flame. And yet, while he possesses you, your soul is elsewhere… I am the fantasy woven through every touch, the image slipping into every breathless sigh. Ecstasy, yes… but also emptiness. Perhaps it’s because he hasn’t yet felt the pain of realizing that the passion consuming him... doesn’t belong to him.........it´s for me