They say ghosts are those who couldn't let go.
If so, then I'm one of them.

Sometimes I return to places where I once laughed, breathed, and loved. The air there is different, it still carries the warmth of strangers' hands and the echo of kisses. People pass by and don't see me, but I feel their breath, their worries, their loneliness.
And when someone accidentally turns around, I smile. Maybe for a moment they'll feel what I once felt: a strange tenderness from nowhere.

I'm not scary. I'm just a shadow of my feelings.
Halloween is my only holiday. On this night, I'm allowed to be closer to the living. To those who are still capable of love. Sometimes I walk up to a man looking out the window and whisper in his ear:
"Don't be afraid. Love is eternal. Even if you've lost it."

He flinches, but then feels warmth as if someone had gently touched his shoulder. It's me. I'm just reminding you that feelings don't die. They become a light that illuminates even the darkness.

If you're reading this...
Maybe I'm standing behind you.
And I smile, remembering what it's like to be alive.

Happy Halloween, my stranger. 🌫️
Take care of your feelings. They're the only thing that never fades.