Gave You I Gave You I

It's like standing in the middle of a room that was recently noisy, but now there is only silence and a trace of a mug on the table. Everything still smells familiar, but now it feels foreign. It's as if nothing terrible has happened - just that someone changed their mind about love, and now everything around is ringing with awkwardness. The melody spreads like late rain - not loud, but insistent, forcing you to replay the details: where exactly did it all go wrong, when tenderness became a duty and warmth a habit. And that makes you feel a little ashamed, a little empty, and very honest.