And then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, they were gone. Vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but a lingering sense of disbelief and confusion.
I stood there in the middle of the supermarket, shaken to my core, grappling with the impossible. Had I just witnessed a ghost? Or was there some other explanation, some rationalization for what I had seen?
As I struggled to make sense of it all, a sense of calm washed over me, a strange acceptance of the inexplicable. Maybe it didn’t matter how or why they had appeared. Maybe all that mattered was the brief moment of connection, the fleeting glimpse of a life I had thought was lost forever.
And so, with a heavy heart and a mind full of unanswered questions, I continued on with my shopping, carrying the weight of the encounter with me as I navigated through the aisles, haunted by the ghost of a love that had never truly died.
