Standing alone on the Old Bridge in Bratislava, the Danube whispers tales of love and loss. The water flows gently beneath me, reflecting the skies, but my heart feels heavy like the clouds above. I watch couples laugh, their joy a stark contrast to the emptiness inside me. Each ripple carries away a piece of my spirit, leaving behind only shadows of what could have been. I am lost in this moment, a silent observer in a world full of connection, yet I feel an aching solitude that words cannot mend. The river knows my sorrow, but it moves on, indifferent to my pain. #Danube #Bratislava #OldBridge #Loneliness #Heartbreak