One last time we truly fall in love,
it is never careless like before.
We open the doors slowly,
through walls built from old heartbreaks.
We give our heart knowing very well
that it can break again someday.
Still, we choose to trust someone,
and that itself feels magical.
Their messages make us smile for no reason,
we wait hours just for one reply.
Even hearing their name somewhere
can make the heart race suddenly.
Love slowly enters everywhere,
not just the mind, but the whole body.
Every touch feels new and electric,
every glance feels like destiny itself.
We start dreaming too far ahead,
making forever from tiny moments.
One laugh feels like a promise,
one look feels enough for a lifetime.
But reality rarely follows our dreams.
Sometimes distance, family, or fate interferes.
And when love breaks, it does not only take a person,
it takes away the version of us that believed in forever.
The memories still stay alive inside us,
both painful and beautiful together.
Because love is not only a wound we carry,
it is also proof that our hearts once loved deeply.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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