The Heart
In matters of the heart, there are no right answers, only the choices we make, and the courage to live with what they leave behind.
It Can’t be Love
I used to think love was a mirror it looked back. It reached for you when you reached for it. But then you happened. You, with the quiet eyes and a voice I still hear in the silence. You, who smiled like nothing was missing while I kept offering pieces of myself, hoping you ’ d notice I was breaking. I prayed. Not for you to love me, just to feel something . But I was talking to a locked door, hoping it would turn into a window. And still, I waited. And still, I believed. But looking back now, I know what happened between us couldn ’ t have been love. Because God wouldn ’ t be so cruel as to let us love something that could never love us back. But maybe belief is softer than truth, and love, more reckless than fair. Sip & Support
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