A post from me 6 years ago...
True love feels holy when it begins, A fire warm enough to heal your scars, Until you learn its cruelest truth
Not every forever reaches the stars. It begins like magic, soft, innocent, pure, A spark that feels heaven-sent, And you give it your all, every piece of your soul,
Never knowing the price of the moment The curse is not in loving, It's in loving too much In holding a heart that was never meant,
To be held with such gentle touch It's the way you stay even when they leave, How you bleed from wounds they don't see, How you whisper prayers to keep them close
While they learn to live without you, free It's the curse of remembering, what they forget so easily Of carrying a universe of moments, they treat like ordinary
The curse lies in the echoes, Their laugh in every room,
Their name scared into the full moon Their memory following you everywhere you go
True love doesn't end, That is its cruelest truth, It haunts you like a ghost, A pain you feel but cannot see And yet..
even in the breaking, love remains divine,
A tragic, permanent mark That some souls were meant to collide but not meant to align Such is the Curse of True love,
To feel something eternal in a life built on endings
September 27, 2026 1K
