I'm falling in love for the second time. With the maturity and perspective I've gained over the years, I never thought my heart would open itself to someone again.
But love arrived unannounced, as if it had quietly memorized every empty corner of my soul. And when his heart met mine, two lonely rhythms became one beautiful melody, playing softly between us.
And yet, this love was never meant to be. No matter how deeply we both love each other, some distances cannot be crossed, and I already belong to someone else.
I don't know how long the two of us will have to struggle to hold on to our sanity.
This isn't a Romeo and Juliet love story. It's the kind of love people think only exists in stories, yet somehow it found us.










