@it.zirvh: Lifetime (Reimagined) - Ben&Ben #fyp #songlyrics #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp #foryoupageviralシ゚ #4u

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆💫私の月？💫⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ :

I think this version was made for the people who fell in love but never had the courage to admit what their truly feel with the other person. But not because they're coward, but because they were too afraid to the response of the other person. So what they can only do is to dream and build their own fairytales with the person their hearts' yearns because in that dream — love exist, in their hearts, in their world. But dreaming has to end. You'll wake up realizing the version of both of you in the fairytale didn't really exist in reality so the verse "But secrets turn into regrets" became relatable. What if we have even just a little bit courage to admit all the secrets we've been carrying towards the person — that we love them? And I think, that's a question a person can possibly carry in their whole life. Wondering to the answers, to the possibilities, to the potential, to the chances, and to what they could've had, to what they could've been. And while wondering, while trying to move forward with the unsaid love, it'll get worse. "Burried feelings grow" instead of fading. And again, you'll ask and ask, wonder and wonder — "What if we tried giving it a little more?" Until you get tired. You'll eventually get tired from yearning, from carrying all the secrets you wished you could tell, from the ache your heart feels, so you'll decide to just move forward, to just burried the feelings. But in the process of moving forward, it feels hell. Because you'll get confused... from whom at what are you moving on? Maybe that's why Ben&Ben said these verses: "Never mind you were never mine", "No fairytale ending if there was no begining", and "How do you grieve for a love that did not even exist". Because those are true, those are the questions you'll ask yourself in the process of moving on. How do you move on from someone that was never yours? How would you end something that didn't begin? Sakit, lol. But... it was a good dream, right? They were a good dream and it was nice being with them in our dreams : ))

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AUDRIE🥀🫩🤓 :

How do you grieve for a love that did not even exist? How do you let go of something that was never clearly yours to begin with? No labels, no promises, no clear beginning, and somehow no clear ending either, just feelings that grew in the spaces between conversations, in the pauses, in the late night thoughts, and in the little things that slowly started to mean far too much. It’s strange, isn’t it? To hurt this deeply over something that was never officially yours. When people ask what happened, you can’t even explain it properly, because what do you even say? That nothing happened, and somehow that nothing ruined you? That there was never an us, but you still found yourself grieving like there was? That’s the cruelest part about an unlabeled connection, there’s no breakup to point at, no final conversation, no ending anyone else can understand, just a quiet distance that slowly turns into silence. And still, it hurts like losing someone you loved with your whole heart. Maybe even more, because there was never any closure, never any certainty, only unanswered questions and the unbearable weight of what could have been. You keep telling yourself they were never yours, that there was never really an us, that you should move on because there was technically nothing to lose, but your heart doesn’t care about technicalities. It only remembers how they made you feel, how someone who never even knew they were becoming your whole world somehow became the hardest person to live without. So now you’re left grieving memories that were never officially memories, grieving a person who was never truly yours, grieving a love that had no name but somehow took up all the space inside your chest. And maybe that’s why it’s so hard to move on, because how do you heal from a wound no one can see? How do you bury something that never even got the chance to live, when it still feels painfully alive inside you? Maybe that’s the saddest kind of love, the kind that never got the chance to exist, but still left behind the deepest kind of pain.

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