Samiroonjha
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She came into my life the way a season changes—slowly, quietly, without any announcement. There was no promise, no expectation, yet my heart chose a name on its own and began living for it.
Love isn't always mutual. Sometimes it's a journey of just one heart, where the other person is the destination but never the companion. He's busy in his own life, his own joys, his own world, and I hold no complaint about that. Because loving him was my choice; his response was never my condition.
Sometimes I wonder if this is a kind of loneliness, but then my heart tells me no, it's a blessing. To love someone wholeheartedly, without greed, without expecting anything back, is its own kind of beauty. Every morning begins with the thought of him, and every night fades into the same thought, and there's a strange peace in it—a pain that somehow feels sweet.
People say one-sided love is incomplete. I say maybe it's the most complete love of all, because it carries no conditions, no expectations. Only giving, without asking for anything in return. He may never know that someone misses him this intensely, that someone's entire day brightens with just one of his smiles. And maybe that's the quiet beauty of this love.
I've learned that love's purpose isn't always to possess. Sometimes its purpose is simply to feel, to stay alive, to find yourself within the thought of someone else. He is in my life, even if from a distance, and that feeling alone is enough—knowing that someone made such a deep place for him in my heart.
Love isn't always mutual. Sometimes it's a journey of just one heart, where the other person is the destination but never the companion. He's busy in his own life, his own joys, his own world, and I hold no complaint about that. Because loving him was my choice; his response was never my condition.
Sometimes I wonder if this is a kind of loneliness, but then my heart tells me no, it's a blessing. To love someone wholeheartedly, without greed, without expecting anything back, is its own kind of beauty. Every morning begins with the thought of him, and every night fades into the same thought, and there's a strange peace in it—a pain that somehow feels sweet.
People say one-sided love is incomplete. I say maybe it's the most complete love of all, because it carries no conditions, no expectations. Only giving, without asking for anything in return. He may never know that someone misses him this intensely, that someone's entire day brightens with just one of his smiles. And maybe that's the quiet beauty of this love.
I've learned that love's purpose isn't always to possess. Sometimes its purpose is simply to feel, to stay alive, to find yourself within the thought of someone else. He is in my life, even if from a distance, and that feeling alone is enough—knowing that someone made such a deep place for him in my heart.