They say love doesn't last. That it fades, wilts, or crumbles under the weight of time. But if that were true, then why does mine still linger, unshaken, unwavering, refusing to be forgotten?
Maybe it was never meant to last this long. Maybe it should have disappeared with the passing seasons, like a fleeting infatuation, a momentary spark that was never meant to burn. But I never made the choice to let it go. I never willed my heart to unlove you. And so, here I am, again, always, forever.
standing at the crossroads of what was, what is, and what could be.
Was it love at first sight? A mere crush? A passing illusion? I still don't know. But what I do know is that it was real, and it still is. The way my heart falters when I see you, the way my breath catches at the sound of your voice, the way my soul remembers every moment, every word, every touch, none of it has faded. If anything, it lingers stronger than before, refusing to be erased.
This love of ours is uncertain, undefined. A mutual affection standing on the fragile edge of forever or farewell. It could end in a heartbeat, or it could last until the end of time. I don't know which it will be, but I do know this, I will walk this path with you, one step at a time, until one of us backs away or is forced to leave.
And maybe you haven't heard me say it the way you want to. Maybe I've whispered it in silence instead of shouting it aloud. But one day, you'll know. One day, you'll see.
That I love you, I love the uncertainty that comes with loving you, I love the undeniable feeling that fills my heart with the thoughts of you and just as much as you love me, I've always loved the way you loved me...