Bittersweet Love

  You flow through me like a river of fire, Burning and untamed, Devastating everything in your path Without ever fading. I loved you beyond words, Beyond time, Beyond what my body could hold Without breaking. You are the imprint on my skin, The echo of a kiss no one else can erase, The absence screaming in my veins, A longing that has taken human form. And even if the world were to collapse, If our souls were to be lost, Know this: I will love you always, In this life and in all the ones to come.

  We are infinite In the blink of an eye, Eternity suspended Between a kiss and a sigh. We are the cry The universe forgot to silence, Two souls bound By an invisible, unbreakable thread. If I had to be reborn a thousand times, It would still be in your arms, Because love is not a choice, It is an inevitability.

  I love you like a fire, With no fear of the flames, no fear of the ashes, Arms reaching out to the blaze, Heart offered to the storm. I love you with a love that consumes, That bites the skin and carves the soul, A love as vast as silence, As violent as absence. You are the fever that devours my sleep, The lightning striking beneath my skin, And even if you were to leave, I would still carry your fire within me.

  I loved you until I disappeared, Until I became the shadow of your shadow, Until I lost myself in your absences, No longer knowing where my body ended. I loved you like a drowning man clings to water, Like a condemned man kisses the rope, Like a madman dances in the rain Thinking it will drown his tears. You took everything. My voice, my nights, my breath, You left a void That eats me from the inside, Like a hunger that knows no end. And yet, If I had to do it all over again, I’d still love you. Even knowing you would destroy me.

  You won’t come back, But I leave the door ajar, Like a fool still waiting For footsteps on the porch, For the key to turn in the lock. You won’t come back, But I sleep on the left side, I keep your pillow untouched, As if the ghost of you Might still rest there at night. You won’t come back, But I write to you anyway, In letters I burn, In silences that scream your name. You won’t come back. And yet, every beat of my heart Still knocks on your door.

I loved a ruin, A broken heart I thought I could mend, An abyss I threw myself into, Thinking I’d find shelter there. I loved a mirage, A love that only existed through me, A fire I kept feeding While you looked the other way. I dug graves for our promises, I prayed for a "we" In a language you no longer spoke. And yet, I still believe. Because love is that, isn’t it? A knife we hold against our own skin, Hoping it will spare us in the end.

  I drank from your lips like one drinks oblivion, A sweet vertigo, an endless fever. Every gaze, a wildfire, Every breath, a melody. I love you like one loves the storm, With fear and recklessness, With fire beneath the wreck, With intoxication and impatience. If you are a dream, then let me sleep, If you are the night, I will be dawn, If you drift away, I will still run, Chasing your love that steals me away.

  There is your absence, vast and silent, Like a moonless sky, an endless winter. It stretches through my restless veins, A long shiver that leads to nothing. I still hear the echo of your voice, A lost whisper between two silences, Like a prayer drowned by the wind, Like a last word left in exile. The world still turns, but without light, The days wither, pale and unbroken. I still walk where you no longer are, Chasing your shadow at the edge of a dream. And maybe love is nothing more than this: Carrying a ghost within one’s soul.

  Love me without reason, without tomorrow, With no maps and no traced roads, Let each night burn within my hands, Let each moment be untamed. I want no cage, no chains, Only the dizziness of your laughter, Let your love be my rebellion, Let your gaze become my empire. Let’s lose ourselves beyond reason, Where folly writes its own law, Let’s love without rules, without prison, For mad love is you and I.

Under the weight of desire, my soul collapses, The heavy silences, the gazes that probe. Every thought of you is an incandescent flame, Burning softly, but always present. Your absence is a cry that tears the night, A love suspended, a dream that escapes. Hearts break when hope is lost, But in the pain, a universe is born. Ephemeral love, endless love, Your image dances, like a path. Lost in the shadows, I search for your gaze, Wandering in love, under the weight of chance.

In the darkness of a love that fades, I still search for the light of your hands. Memories float like fragile shadows, Under a starless sky, so pale, so fleeting. The whispered promises, echoes of the past, In the air, they fade away like a vanished dream. The heart tightens, the soul weeps in silence, For sometimes, to love is to face absence. Far from you, love becomes a burden, But in this emptiness, an echo remains. A breath, a trace, a lost whisper, In the wind, your name hides, suddenly.

In the silence where your shadow breathes, Every sigh whispers your name. A fragile echo, a love that grieves, A broken dream lost in the frame. The nights grow long, filled with absence, Where your gaze is endlessly missed. Each star feels like a fleeting chance, A hopeless cry, a dream dismissed. Faded words on your silent lips, Promises wandering like the wind. Love fades away, fragile and eclipsed, A gentle poison flowing within. Oh, if echoes could bring you near, If the past could open its arms, But lost love rings, so bittersweet, Like a refrain that never departs.

Léa and Gabriel met one stormy evening, seeking refuge under an old kiosk forgotten by time. Their eyes met, and in the silence punctuated by the pounding rain, a strange recognition settled between them. It was as if their souls had already found each other, perhaps in another life. Their love was instantaneous, burning, and intense—like shooting stars that light up the sky only to vanish just as quickly. They loved passionately, with the urgency of souls who feel that time is slipping away. Every moment together was stolen from eternity, a fragile bubble on the verge of bursting. But life, cruel and relentless, had an inevitable separation in store for them. Gabriel received an offer to move abroad, a dream he had pursued for as long as he could remember. Léa, deeply rooted in her homeland, could not follow him. They promised to love each other despite the distance, but some loves are meant to be lived fully, not slowly erased by time. Months passed, letters became scarce, and the ec...

The Echo of Farewells Your name still lingers in the dusk, A whisper drowned in absence, The fragile echo of lost trust, Dissolving into silence. We were a book left incomplete, Pages scattered by the breeze, A vow time shattered in defeat, A mirage lost beyond belief. I love you still in the forget, Like a secret left unspoken, But love wilts beneath the rain, And the past fades into the broken.

The Ember and the Ash We were the lightning in the heart of the night, A gentle fever, an exquisite wound, Our souls burned with relentless light, A fire no force could impound. But love is a fickle, fleeting air, A blaze that dances, then disappears, We held only what was never there, Ashes slipping through our fingers. You left like shadows flee the dawn, Leaving only the shape of longing, And I remain, a castaway dream, Drifting where dead flames are calling.

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Sometimes, we think we are in love, but was it truly love, or just the idea of it? It happens that we fall not for a person, but for what they represent, for the image we have built in our minds. We project our desires, our wounds, our hopes onto someone who, in reality, may not truly be right for us. We idealize, we turn a blind eye to what disturbs us, we cling to illusions. And then one day, the bubble bursts. We realize that what we thought was eternal love was merely a mirage fueled by our own expectations. Was it really him, really her, or just the reflection of what we desperately sought to fill within ourselves? And what if true love was not the one that blinds us, but the one that finally allows us to see?

They say time heals all wounds. But can we truly heal from a love that has left its mark deep within us? Some loves do not fade; they become shadows, invisible scars that still beat in rhythm with our memories. We move forward, we smile, we pretend. But deep down, there is this fear: the fear of never feeling again. Of never loving with the same intensity, or worse, of not knowing how to love at all. When we have given everything we had, how do we rebuild something on the ruins of a past love? Perhaps we never love in the same way twice. Perhaps each love is unique, and some leave an imprint so deep that it colors all those that come after. But maybe, one day, in the warmth of a smile, we will surprise ourselves by believing once more.

Some loves are born too soon, others arrive too late. As if the universe delights in misaligning the heartbeats of two souls meant to love each other. They cross paths, brush against each other, are drawn together, but time does not belong to them. They look at each other with an intensity that says everything that can never be spoken. They love in silence, through stolen glances, through shivers stifled in longing. But the world turns and pulls them apart, forcing them to walk parallel paths without ever truly meeting. And yet, somewhere inside, they know. They know that in another time, in another life, they would have been undeniable. Fate sometimes plays with souls, binding them together without ever allowing them to exist as one. Perhaps some loves are meant only to be suspended promises, unfinished stories that haunt the heart forever.

Love can be a gentle trial, an embrace that warms the soul. But sometimes, love becomes a destructive force, a tide that sweeps everything away. It consumes, it demands, it shapes and distorts. We think that surrendering completely to another is proof of love, but where is the line between passion and self-annihilation? Some loves are storms, where one drowns while the other still breathes. We believe we are giving everything, but in reality, we are slowly emptying ourselves. Until one day, we look in the mirror and no longer recognize ourselves. Love should not be a disappearance, and yet, how many souls lose themselves in the quest for absolute love, forgetting that they also deserve to exist beyond the other?

There are loves that can only exist in silence, in unspoken words, in stolen glances on a street corner. Loves that burn without ever being able to completely consume themselves, doomed to the eternal frustration of the "almost." It’s that love we carry in secret, the one we don’t dare say aloud for fear it will crumble under the weight of reality. The one that lives in the hope of a moment that never comes, in the illusion that one day, maybe, everything will be possible. But some loves are meant to remain untouchable. They exist in the pages of a journal, in unsent letters, in a heart that beats too fast when their name appears on the phone screen. Impossible love has no end because it never truly had a beginning. It stays there, suspended between hope and pain, lighting up our nights while gently breaking us.

Love never truly disappears. It fades gently, like a fingerprint on a window under the rain. We think it has vanished, that it's nothing more than a distant memory, yet it only takes a scent, a song, or a whisper in the crowd to bring it back to life in a corner of the heart. We get used to the absence, to the emptiness left by the other, but never fully. The solitary nights become a refuge, and the memories are the ghosts that dance through our dreams. We learn to smile without thinking, to move forward without looking back, but sometimes, a simple detail brings us back to what we’ve lost. Love fades, but it never truly disappears. It becomes a quiet shadow, a scar we no longer feel until we run our fingers over it. Because love, even when it’s over, remains a part of us.