Impossible Love, That Flame That Never Goes Out
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.