∅LÄ_MÏLËX😮💨💨🚭🔞 :
If it stays, it is love. If it ends, it is a love story. And if it never begins, it is poetry. But you, my love, you stayed only to leave. What we had ended, and crueless still, it ended before it ever truly began. So what does that make us? Not quite love, not quite a story, not even something that was never meant to be. Perhaps we are something far more tragic, a story written in fragments, a beginning without a middle, an ending that arrived too soon, a love that lingered just long enough to be felt deeply, but never long enough to be lived. 😪💔
2026-05-17 02:24:01