I love you, it’s a truth both comforting and bewildering. I can’t quite unravel this tapestry of past and present affections. The sharpest sting isn’t born from animosity, but from the absence of it. I’ve scoured the pages of poets and philosophers alike, and their chorus resounds: ‘True love is the tender ache that persists, even as you wish them the world.’

I hold onto the hope that you’ll find love anew, and when faced with the choice, you’ll plant your roots instead of taking flight. My heart sends up prayers for your joy, for you to unfurl into the person I see within you. May every grin, every chuckle, every glimpse of beauty wrap around you like a warm zephyr, like the sun’s gentle embrace. The mere thought of your contentment sends ripples of light through my spirit. The day you clasp love without a shadow of fear is the day my hope blooms.

You’ve braved the tempest, and I stand with you in understanding. But remember, even when night is at its most relentless, the dawn is ever on the horizon.

He played with your heart like he was fumbling with broken violin strings, not realizing there’s nothing in you that needs fixing. He was blind to the woman in front of him, to the soul that shines brighter than any cocky grin he could muster. It was foolish of him not to see the blaze in your eyes, the kind that could turn an average guy into royalty.

Girl, you’re nothing less than Persephone reborn, a deity in your own right. You’ve got the power to stroll through life’s infernos like you rule them. And this guy? Thinking he could charm his way in and out like a modern-day Hades? His biggest blunder was underestimating you. He failed to see that you’ve got the kind of presence that makes the earth quake with each step you take. But don’t worry, he’s about to realize it. And it will be his greatest defeat when he finds himself at the loss of such raw power that comes from possessing your heart. My Queen, that will be his greatest defeat!

Hello, walls—sturdy as the ancient oaks in California, towering as Everest’s peak, and as profound as the Mariana Trench. You’ve become an unexpected ally; a silent guardian promising safety. I’m weary from the lows, yearning for the highs that once painted my skies in vibrant hues. Now, a tapestry of grays stretches above me, a monochrome canopy where once danced the soft pinks and purples of dawn, and the deep blues of your eyes.

But no longer. I’m growing accustomed to the numb embrace of sorrow, finding solace in the crevices of pain. The words that once burned on my tongue, ‘I love you,’ now bring tears just by their memory, much like your image. As long as I don’t see, hear, or speak them, they fade into oblivion, becoming nothing more than a whisper, a shadow, an echo.

So, I bid you farewell, a tender ache of joy and sorrow intertwined. Goodbye, Love.

I’m not casting you in the shadows of those who came before; no, that would be unjust. Yet, here I am, standing at the precipice of something that feels so right, it terrifies me. The fear of yearning for the unattainable, of binding my soul to a fleeting presence, haunts me. My words may seem tangled, a chaotic spill from a restless mind. Ever since you stepped into my world, my thoughts and emotions have been locked in a relentless duel—doubt against desire, reason against romance.

These unfamiliar sensations, they surge through me, unbidden, unstoppable. And the truth? I don’t wish to quell them. I stand before you, hoping for patience, for understanding, for a hand to hold as I navigate this labyrinth of emotions.