Love is…
Love is a feeling that stirs inside me, unnamed and uncertain, yet it always leads me back to you.
Even though you may never feel the same, something about your presence makes this love feel real, like a secret I hold close. With anyone else, love would feel hollow, missing the quiet spark that you unknowingly inspire in me.
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When I see you, it’s as if everything else fades away, and it’s just me, silently wishing for something more. I don’t have all the answers, and maybe I never will.
But love, I think, is something I hold onto even from afar. It’s not about what could be, but what is in these fleeting moments, these small pieces of joy that I get to keep to myself.
What is love?
I may never fully know, but with you in my heart, I’ll keep searching, letting it quietly grow in the space between us.
