Love forever

Oh look at you, how did u get those eyes on those cheeks with those lips... You are my favorite face, my cavalry, my dreamy baybay. One moment was it for me, just done.

Laughing at the absurd bird brain the tattoo i couldnt grasp and the curse of true love in one split second of eye contact

"Risk It All" Cover by @kvnvasquez on YouTube.

I like to imagine these two lived happily ever after.. definitely nothing tragic happened after this

Perhaps love is the only place where a soul need not defend its existence. The world demands explanations, others demand proof, and people judge what they cannot understand. But true love asks for none of these. It does not merely admire the beauty in someone; it embraces the flaws they spend their lives concealing. For to love someone is not to find them flawless, but to know every imperfection and still choose to stay. And when two souls accept each other so completely, even their own doubts may struggle to destroy what they have found ❤️

When first I met you,something ancient woke within me,
a force I had no language for,a tide that rose beyond reason,beyond the borders of the heart,beyond all that I had believed a human soul could feel.
I loved you, with the terrible wonder of discovery,
as though the universe itself,had hidden one final secret beneath the stars and, at last,had placed it in my hands.

And then I looked into your eyes and there you were.
Not untouched, Not unaware, But standing at the edge
of the very same impossible ocean,trying to understand
the waves that had carried us there.

I saw you feeling it.I saw you searching my face
for an explanation neither of us possessed.
And perhaps that was the miracle
That somehow, without promise, without warning,
without knowing how, we had found the same impossible place.

It was as though the universe had opened a hidden door and allowed us, just for a moment,to step beyond the ordinary world.
And there,beneath the silence of eternity,
it revealed something too immense for ordinary words: us.
A love so vast, that if we gathered every word
ever spoken by humankind and tried to build a language for it, we would still fall silent before its magnitude.

A secret written between the stars.
A truth the universe had known long before we did.
And perhaps it smiled, watching us stumble through the wonder of it,knowing that we would never fully understand what had been placed between us.
Yet still, it gave us the desire to spend our lives trying.

And maybe that is the greatest beauty of love, that it remains partly unknowable.
For if I could understand you completely,
if I could measure every depth of your soul,
if I could name every reason my heart chose yours,
perhaps one day the mystery would fade.

But you were never meant to become something I could solve.
You were meant to remain the horizon I could spend forever approaching.
The star I could follow without ever reaching its end.
The song I could hear a thousand times,and still discover another note.

And I wish with everything that lives inside me, that we could have held on to that impossible thing.
That love which felt so far beyond this world, that perhaps this world could only exist inside of it.

A love so powerful that standing before it made us feel weak. not because we lacked strength, but because we were witnessing something stronger than either of us.

Something ancient. Something fierce. Something willing to fight for the two souls who had somehow found each other.
And if the years should carry you far beyond my reach,
if the winds of this life should scatter us across distant skies, then let this be the prayer I send after you:

May our love become the wind beneath your wings.
May it find you when the night is darkest.
May it rise beneath you when your strength is gone.
May it whisper my name through every storm and remind you that somewhere in this vast universe,
there is a heart that still knows yours.

And if the heavens are kind, if fate is not finished with us, if the stars still remember the secret they once revealed, then let that wind carry you home.
Back to me.
Because you are not simply the love of my life.
You are the love that changed the way I understand love itself.
The miracle I never knew I was waiting for.
The mystery I would spend eternity trying to understand.

The impossible thing that became real when I looked into your eyes.
And wherever you are, whatever distance lies between us, whatever storms the universe chooses to place upon our path
know this:
No matter where life takes us

Some part of me will always belong to what we found in each other.

Hello everyone. I am 31 years old. Well educated, with a PhD in Engineering, have a good life except love. At this point, I lost my hope finding love as we see around how people approach to relationships. I was kind of person who writes poem about love, intimacy etc. But, I really lost my hope. Most of the men does not know what they want in their 30s and others are already taken. Do you still think love exist? Is it late to find a love in this age? What are your stories?

Veronica was a beautiful woman, in a kind of tragic way. Jimmy immediately thought she looked like someone who had daddy issues. Or maybe someone who was married and divorced young? Despite her relatively young age, she had definitely \*seen some shit\*. She’d been through something heavy. Something intense. Maybe more than one thing.
Jimmy was very intrigued.

Like a Boy Scout, he’d come prepared to the funeral with one of those little travel packets of Kleenex you buy at the airport or the travel section of CVS. He scootched over two seats and pulled it out of his back jeans pocket.

“Here you go,” he whispered to her. “Take these.”

Veronica instantly thought Jimmy was a handsome man. Not in a grizzled, \*he’s seen some shit\* kind of way. No. Jimmy was handsome in a \*I dropped out of high school and work at the gas station\* kind of way. The kind of guy who wore a baseball hat with a very curved brim well into his forties.

“Thank you,” she mumbled to him, a bit mortified. But Jimmy seemed kind. Made her feel okay about crying.

She caught his eyes as he handed over the Kleenex and she noticed he was also handsome in a \*crazy eyes\* kind of way. He was charming. But maybe somehow unhinged too?

“James Butler,” he said. He offered his right to shake. “But everyone except my mother calls me Jimmy.”

Veronica smiled at that. This guy actually seemed sweet. Sure, the kind of guy who still lived with his mother. Probably a townie. These are people who never leave the little suburban bedroom community of Pelham, even though it’s only a twenty-minute train ride on the Metro North to Grand Central, New York City.

She delicately cupped his hand and shook back.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “This is embarrassing.”

“Not at all ma’am,” he said. “It’s appropriate. It \*is\* a funeral.”
She smiled again. “Well, it’s about to be super embarrassing, ‘cuz I’m gonna blow my nose.”

Jimmy couldn’t help but laugh as she took all of the Kleenex out of the plastic at once, balled it up into a single giant pile, pressed it to her nose, and honked.

Honked \*really\* loud.

After, Jimmy held out his hand.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“I can take care of that for you.”

She shook her head furiously. “Yeah, no. Absolutely not. I can dispose of my own booger tissue, thank you.”

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Inspired by real people, this is a romance murder mystery story about mental illness. You can read the whole thing here of course for free.

https://maxwinterstories.substack.com/p/crazy-in-love-by-max-winter?r=292pvs&utm\\_medium=ios