This is not a love dedication—because it is not love.
It is a confirmation that “love” is an illusion; I saw it with my own eyes.
We are lost within this illusion, and only when we awaken from it - we feel truly ourselves.

It is a sweet game for our minds and a gentle “touch” for our hearts, but it remains an illusion.
I cannot say it does not exist—because as long as it deceives us, it is present.
Yet, it is an illusion that affects us, like an infection that must be healed.

Love may exist, but it is still an illusion. A mirage in the desert of our desires, a flickering light that vanishes when we reach for it. It is the most exquisite trick our hearts play on us, making us believe we have found something eternal—when in reality, it is nothing more than a fleeting shadow, a beautifully woven dream that dissolves upon waking.

And when we wake, we see the truth: we were never in love, only enchanted by the idea of it.