Love Story.He sat beside me on a train and read poetry with a voice that tasted like winter and sin. I leaned my head on his shoulder as if I had known him all my life, not one hour. We talked about places we’d never seen and loves we never dared. When the train stopped, he kissed my wrist instead of my mouth and walked away without turning back. I still search for that voice in strangers. Tell me… would you chase a memory or let it haunt you? 🌙