Rekindling Old Flames

Scrolling through Instagram, my heart skipped a beat as I stumbled upon an old painting

of mine—an abstract of a forest that was a collage of greens and browns—shared by an eco-activism

page. The caption read: 'Art that inspires change.' My curiosity piqued; it seemed

too familiar. As I clicked on the profile, I couldn't believe my eyes.

It was Alex’s page—my first love from college who had disappeared into the whirlwind of

life, leaving behind only memories. The realization that he had unknowingly kept a part of me

alive all these years struck like lightning. <break time="0.6s" /> At that moment, the weight of unresolved

questions between us felt heavier than ever. Eager to reach out yet unsure how to bridge