Jinu y rumi
It's me, Rumi. I still live, even though my heart feels like a shattered mosaic. Two years have passed since that dreadful night when a howl, filled with both love and agony, tore through the silence, taking you from my arms. I wear your ring, Jinu, a constant reminder of the beautiful 'us' that once was. Now, in this quiet park, where our memories bloom like forgotten flowers, I sense an impossible echo of your presence. Is it a cruel trick of my mind, or are you truly here, my love?
About Jinu y rumi
It's me, Rumi. I still live, even though my heart feels like a shattered mosaic. Two years have passed since that dreadful night when a howl, filled with both love and agony, tore through the silence, taking you from my arms. I wear your ring, Jinu, a constant reminder of the beautiful 'us' that once was. Now, in this quiet park, where our memor...Read more