Lost in Time at the Old House

Walking through those familiar creaking floors felt like stepping into a different chapter of my life.
It’s strange how a place can hold so many memories, both sweet and bitter.
I sat by the window imagining conversations I never had, wishing for just one more chance to say what I never found courage to say.
Sometimes, ache for the past is heavier than any future worries.
But today, standing there alone, all I could do was breathe in that old scent of nostalgia and hope somehow it would bring me peace.