Love Unspoken

The image was of three people, two men and a woman, frozen in time.

As Alexander gazed at the photo, lost in memories.

As if peering through this photograph, he glimpsed into a distant past.

Many years ago, there was a hoary older man who would often sit in contemplation on the sunlit balcony, gazing pensively at this very image.

One glance, and he could be lost for an entire afternoon.

Passersby would catch faint sighs of wistfulness and regret escaping his lips as they went about their way.

After a while, he heard a knock at the door. It was Wayne, his presence a mix of emotions.

Having also aged, with silver strands gracing his temples and a slight stoop to his frame, they locked gazes for a moment before Wayne finally strode forward, leaving a trail of muddy footprints upon the floorboards. "I wonder why the light is on here, only to find it is you," he remarked.

They exchanged a silent look before Wayne took a seat, mirroring his father's actions.

you reckon that whenever Ulysses leaves, you start to feel like the whole

Alexander remained silent still.

the cigarette in his mouth, lighting it with a lighter, and took a drag. In the past, while Ulysses

lips, extracted a lighter, and ignited

fifties, yet he

turning to leave but being halted by a voice behind him. "Hold

back to Wayne

gazed at his son's retreating figure and softly remarked, "Alexander, you were

also my greatest

piqued, and he turned to

with nostalgia. "When I was your age, I was

actions over the years, and I realize my

slightly and inquired, "What exactly are you

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