Love...a poison and a medicine.The deadliest weapon in the universe,and somehow the only cure for death.
Love...the hole everyone falls into at least once.No matter how careful they are,no matter how strong they pretend to be—they fall.
No force in this universe can stop that pull.Not gravity, not time,not even the nuclear force that holds atoms togetheris as strong as that one silent attraction.
But the harsh truth?It may never last long.It burns bright,then fades quietly…leaving behind a warmth you miss,and a wound you can't ignore .
The wound may heal, but the scar always stays.Moments fade, yet the memories refuse to leave.A white room begins to feel blue,sweet drinks turn your mind numb,and the songs you once loved—the happiest ones—suddenly feel unbearable.Not because they bore you,but because they remind you of someone.
A face appears in front of your eyes.You try to touch it, but your fingers meet only air.It's your mind sending false signals...but who is telling the mind to do that?Is it me? Was it her?The same question spinning endlessly.
Baths get longer.Days get heavier.People call it heartbreak…but she—she was my heart.And I swear on my life,watching her break would kill melong before my own pain ever could.
the thoughts of a poet,the pen of an author,the voice of a singer,the brush of a painter,the tears of a lover —they stop only once…and then never start again.
When feeling alone,when feeling empty,when remembering your lover,when nothing catches your attention…
When you stand with friends,when you sit with family,when you talk,when you listen,when you laugh,when you cry—
her presence is there.She stands beside you.She holds your hand.
The warmth you feel in your palms…it makes you blush,it makes you smile,not for long—but you do.
You — a nobody — try your best to gain her attention.It might make you look cringe, it might make you look dumb,but you don't even realise it.
All you want…is to see a smile on her face.
You don't care about anything else.Just those eyes looking at you —bright, curious, alive.
Her hand lifting to fix a strand of hairthat fell out of place because she laughed…because of your joke…
And the satisfaction you feel in that momentis so sweet,sweet enough to give you diabetes.
You seek attention.You want them to feel your presence,to know that you matter — even a little.
You drop hints.Your interests shift.You, a rock-music addict, suddenly fall for soft romance songs.
You, who lived on murder mysteries, crime, horror…now search for the sweetest love stories ever written.
You change —slowly, quietly, completely —for someone who isn't even yours.
For someone you've spent half your life with…but only inside your own head.Inside your delusions.
This —this right here —is what I call love.