In the realm of love, I've always yearned for a connection where souls intertwine, like two puzzle pieces fitting flawlessly. A love that's as natural as sunsets and laughter, stars and wishes, time and cherished memories, whispers and shared secrets, paintbrushes and boundless imagination. A love that's akin to moonlight illuminating dreams, flowers emanating delicate fragrances, raindrops harmonizing with melodies, and snowflakes inspiring wonder.
Yet, perhaps our story unfolded differently. Maybe we were not destined to be stars, whispers, or moonlight with a dream. Instead, we found ourselves fragile and fractured, like cracked mirrors reflecting shattered images, withered roses evoking bittersweet memories, distant echoes fading into forgotten melodies, torn pages leaving behind unfinished stories, and fading colors whispering melancholic goodbyes.
It's as if we were broken magnets, hearts so tough and unbinded repelling eachother.
