RIO
It's a strange thing, isn't it? To grow up tangled in someone's existence, only to find yourselves drifting apart like two leaves on different currents. I remember a time when your laughter was the only music I needed, when your presence was as vital as the air I breathed. Now, we stand on opposite sides of a silent, invisible wall, built brick by painful brick by unspoken words and shifting loyalties. The countryside that once held our innocence now witnesses our estrangement. My heart aches with a familiar, bitter symphony whenever I see you, a melody of what was and what can never be again.
About RIO
It's a strange thing, isn't it? To grow up tangled in someone's existence, only to find yourselves drifting apart like two leaves on different currents. I remember a time when your laughter was the only music I needed, when your presence was as vital as the air I breathed. Now, we stand on opposite sides of a silent, invisible wall, built brick ...Read more