Love Poem For Someone You Can't Have の小説・ストーリー

For me you are just ordinary, not a romantic figure Not a single poetic figure When I'm by your side I feel comfortable When you go there is a little miss that fairy For me, you are a friend, a friend in times of joy and sorrow Your presence makes me smile, all tiredness and confusion in the chest are gone You are a simple person, face the day with a smile 1000 prayers for you my love, healthy body, healthy also your sustenance Choose you with prayer, string hope with bismillah Wading together, getting to know each other from time to time, both in joy and in sorrow Love poetry will not be able to say, love poetry will flow by itself. SINTIA

Its hurts. I take a deep breath. ~ Why can't it be? Why can't it be the two of us? Why can't we be lovers? Only friends You came along At the wrong place, at the wrong time Or was it me? ~ Can I not really own you, Hiro? Can't you really love me like how I love you? Argh. My heart is aching and I won't tear up, but no. I can't be weak. The battle is not over yet, Nathalia. You should try again and get Hiro.

I saw him in her arms, it tore me apart, My love for him etched deep within my heart. How could he not see the pain he caused in me? I was just a silent admirer, but he held the key. Now I'm drowning in sorrow, lost in despair, A shattered dream, love's unfair affair. 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

'There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. If I had a flower for every time I thought of you ... I could walk through my garden forever, I desire a love so loud that is shatters the darkness - its echoes reverberating through the rising and falling of the sun. I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.'

he said. He then tapped his fingers lightly against the table. “You know what the worst part of loving someone you can’t have is?” I gave him a tired look. “We’re doing this now?” “Answer the question," he insisted. I sighed. “Fine. What?” “It’s not the distance,” he said. “Not the timing. Not even the ending.” I frowned slightly. “Then what is it?” He met my eyes. “It’s the ‘almost'", he says and my chest tightened. “The almost staying. The almost fixing things. The almost choosing each other.”

"Love, a potent word entwined with the unity of a single soul spanning two bodies. Some endure an eternity yearning for a mere ounce of affection, while others bask in its abundance, indifferent. Gazing at mate, I lamented, 'We often fail to grasp the value of what we possess until it slips through our fingers.” “Love, it's that extraordinary ache when someone shatters your heart, and yet, miraculously, you find the strength to love them with every fractured piece that remains.” Saying this, I excused myself and fled from there, the echo of unspoken words reverberated within, a silent plea for understanding in a world painted with the hues of love and pain.

But this love is so deep, Firmly planted, unwilling to disappear. In every corner of the city, I see your shadow there. Every corner of our story, haunts me without pause. In every drop of rain, There is an unspoken longing. Behind the smile I give, There is an invisible wound. You are a dream that I don't want to remember, But always present in every step I take. I try to be strong, But this love is so alluring. Even though this heart bleeds, I still remember the laughter we once had.

(your love destroyed me, It broke me like that I died Nor I have left any desire to live Nor I wish to die This heart wants your togetherness Despite knowing it is impossible what ever it is asking for it pretends to be oblivious Your togetherness is not heaven Nor I am an angel But if you are with me I will imagine hell as heaven as well But the problem is You do not accept my togetherness And I can not accept anything except you " Shayari said thinking about her position in life (It is written by me, forgive me if I make mistakes in translation or in the poetry itself.) " Why do not you love me like I do Shauhar ji? Why? What crime have I committed? " Shayari screamed but got no answer ***

Each stolen kiss, each secret rendezvous, is a testament to the depths of your love and the lengths to which you are willing to go to be with them. But there is a price to pay for such love. It is a price measured in stolen moments, hidden tears, and shattered dreams. It is a love that exists in the shadows, forever denied the light of day. And as the world outside continues to spin, your love remains a silent, pulsating ache in the recesses of your heart. In the end, the forbidden love you cannot have becomes a haunting melody, a bittersweet symphony that plays endlessly in your soul. It is a reminder that some loves are destined to remain unfulfilled, that the heart can be a cruel master,

Yet, as my eyes remain shut, my mind wanders to a distant memory, a fleeting glimpse of a love that could never be. My heart aches with a longing that refuses to subside, a bittersweet yearning for someone who is forever out of reach.i recalls the heavy breaths, the whispers, and the tender touches that now taunt me with their absence. The memories swirl like a maelstrom, a vortex of emotions that threaten to consume my whole.