What Happens After Love Fades Away

I once loved with an intensity that could light up the Sydney Harbour Bridge at midnight. Her name was Emily, and we shared a love as vast as the Australian Outback. But love, like the seasons, can change, and what was once a passionate summer had faded into a cold, indifferent winter.

I remember our regular walks along Manly Beach, the way the sand felt beneath our feet, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the salty breeze kissing our faces. Those moments were as comforting as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee on a lazy Sunday morning. Now, the beach feels different, foreign. The sand is just granules, the waves mere noise, the breeze, a bitter chill.