Some loves inspire; others linger like a spell we can't escape.
Some loves come and go, but others linger, casting shadows over every attempt to move forward. This reflection explores the weight of an enduring connection that defies reason and time.
Here with me, I have one of two lovebirds. I see in his eyes every day what she means to him. It’s something incomprehensible, something that can’t be expressed with words or shown in pictures. Though they say a picture is worth a thousand words, this feeling can only be felt. There’s no other way to grasp it.
A few days ago, I wrote a poem for you. I wish you could hear it, but I’m not sure you ever will. If I didn’t know you, I probably never would have written it. You were my inspiration then, just as you are now for this, and perhaps you will be until… I don’t know when. Maybe until the end of my days.
I’m not saying I’m a saint. I didn’t spend all my time just waiting for you and doing nothing. From time to time, I got bored of all that waiting and let myself fall into other loves in my life. As did you; or so I suppose. I went out a few times with some very interesting girls. I liked them, but I couldn’t feel anything. And how could I? It didn’t matter how hard I tried to feel even the smallest, most meaningless thing; I just couldn’t. You put a spell on me, and yet I still haven’t figured out why or how.
Perhaps love isn’t meant to be fully understood, only felt in fleeting moments and remembered for lifetimes. For now, the spell remains unbroken.
To be continued…
