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I was once lost in the folds of her love, and in that madness, I was fearless. When she was near, worry didn’t dare to touch me. The world could burn -l wouldn’t feel the heat. There was a time I revolved around her like the earth circles the sun. My days moved with her moods, my nights waited for her name to light up my phone. I lived in her world.And she gave me everything - not promises,not forever - but moments that felt eternal. With the purest heart I surrendered. I became a prisoner inside the shape of her absence. What mistake did I commit? What crime did I do other than loving too deeply? But I would still choose a prison where her memory exists over a garden where she never walked. I came into her life just to see her purity - like Joseph’s beauty in a cruel world. I saw it. I believed it. Maybe I worshipped it. People say we love only once. But I feel like I have loved her in every lifetime. In this fragile body, I have walked so many emotional deserts. I have been strong in front of everyone, and broken when no one was watching. I have been the king of ambition - and the beggar of her attention. I have healed others with advice - while silently bleeding inside. I have died many times without a funeral. I have floated like clouds when she smiled. And fallen like rain when she turned away. I tried to become a saint - detached, disciplined, distant. But her memory never left my robe. So I gathered the roses of the pain she left behind. Because even pain felt better than emptiness. Now I say - I am not just this broken boy. I am not just longing. I am not just her past. I am the silence after the storm. I am the light trying to return. I am the laughter that will rise again. And if someday you look at me and think I’m still the same - Look again. The boy who loved her blindly is gone. What stands here now is someone who survived loving her!! Work from: To Her Who Already Knows !!!
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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:09 AM UTC
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Prisoner of a Beautiful Memory
I was once lost in the folds of her love, and in that madness, I was fearless. When she was near, worry didn’t dare to touch me. The world could burn -l wouldn’t feel the heat. There was a time I revolved around her like the earth circles the sun. My days moved with her moods, my nights waited for her name to light up my phone. I lived in her world.And she gave me everything - not promises,not forever - but moments that felt eternal. With the purest heart I surrendered. I became a prisoner inside the shape of her absence. What mistake did I commit? What crime did I do other than loving too deeply? But I would still choose a prison where her memory exists over a garden where she never walked. I came into her life just to see her purity - like Joseph’s beauty in a cruel world. I saw it. I believed it. Maybe I worshipped it. People say we love only once. But I feel like I have loved her in every lifetime. In this fragile body, I have walked so many emotional deserts. I have been strong in front of everyone, and broken when no one was watching. I have been the king of ambition - and the beggar of her attention. I have healed others with advice - while silently bleeding inside. I have died many times without a funeral. I have floated like clouds when she smiled. And fallen like rain when she turned away. I tried to become a saint - detached, disciplined, distant. But her memory never left my robe. So I gathered the roses of the pain she left behind. Because even pain felt better than emptiness. Now I say - I am not just this broken boy. I am not just longing. I am not just her past. I am the silence after the storm. I am the light trying to return. I am the laughter that will rise again. And if someday you look at me and think I’m still the same - Look again. The boy who loved her blindly is gone. What stands here now is someone who survived loving her!! Work from: To Her Who Already Knows !!!
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