Maciel.diva :
*To those who loved without being welcomed,
but chose not to lose their way.*
Thus speaks the heart that loved in silence,
that guarded its beat
as a flame protects itself from the rain:
trembling, but alive.
There are loves that deserve battles,
but also battles that deserve an end.
The heart knows, "feels"
when the other is not connected,
when the echo of its dreams
is lost in the void.
Giving your heart
to someone who cannot guard it
is like entrusting a rose to the wind:
it's not the wind's fault if it doesn't know how to caress it,
but the rose will still end up on the ground,
stripped of its petals.
And so, yes, I agree with you.
Not because your love was weak,
but because you chose the dignity of detachment
over the illusion that consumes.
It's true, fighting for love is noble. But there's a fine line between courage and illusion. The heart, if listened to sincerely, can recognize when the other isn't connected, when the echo of our feelings is lost in the void. And in those moments, we need to have the strength to stop.
Because giving your heart to someone who can never keep it is also like entrusting a crystal to distracted hands: it's not a question of malice, but of incompatibility. Some hearts aren't made to hold ours, and there's no fault in that, only truth.
🌙 *Because the purest gesture of love
is knowing when to stop knocking
on a door that will never open.*
*The soul that has learned to blossom elsewhere*
2025-08-18 13:24:34