There are some loves that never truly leave us. They linger; soft at first, like a scent caught in the folds of an old sweater, or a song that plays faintly in the back of your mind. This isn’t a story of regret. It’s a love letter to what once was. To the moments that shaped me, to the laughter that still echoes, and to the warmth that time has not erased.
Love, you were both my comfort and my storm.
There were days when your presence steadied me. Your words calmed the chaos and made the world seem gentle again. There were nights when distance between us became an ache so deep it hummed in my bones. Love is not always about forever; sometimes, it is about how deeply we feel in the time we are given.
The Beauty and the Bruise
We were beautiful once, not perfect, but honest. There were mornings lit by laughter, evenings wrapped in the kind of quiet only two hearts can understand. Beauty has a way of bruising, doesn’t it? The same love that lifted me could also undo me with a single silence.
There were moments I tried to hold on too tightly, afraid letting go would mean losing a part of myself. Love even when it hurts teaches us something sacred. We are capable of feeling deeply, even at the risk of breaking.
The Passage of Time
Time moves on, and so do we; at least, that’s what they say.
Yet, even as days turn into years, I still catch glimpses of you in the ordinary……a song, a phrase, the way the light hits just right on a Sunday afternoon. The heart remembers long after the mind forgets.
I have learned the heart will always love you, even once the memory fades. It is not a curse, it is a quiet truth. Some loves are woven into who we become. They shape the way we see the world, the way we open ourselves to others, and the way we heal.
Fate and Soulmates
Was it fate that brought us together……or fate that pulled us apart? Maybe both. Maybe the universe lets us meet our soulmates not to keep them, but to awaken something in us. To remind us of what love can feel like when it is real; even if it does not last.
How do we measure a soulmate? By time spent, or by the way two souls recognize each other in an instant?
Perhaps soulmates are not meant to stay. Perhaps they are meant to teach us that love in it’s truest form does not need to be possessed, only felt.
Love as a Cup of Tea
Love, to me, has always been like a warm cup of tea. Hot one minute, cold the next, but always calming. It is something you savor slowly, sip by sip, knowing it won’t stay warm forever, but cherishing the comfort while it lasts. When the cup is empty, the warmth still lingers in your hands; that is what you were. You were the warmth that stayed even after the tea had cooled.
The Resilient Heart
Even in loss, the heart remains resilient. Maybe love is never truly lost, it just changes form. It becomes the lesson, the memory, the music that plays softly in the background of your days. Sometimes, if the universe is kind, love circles back, in a new time, in a different way, with the same familiar soul.
Maybe that’s what fate really is; Not an ending, but an unfinished conversation.
Song of the Week: “She Lives in My Lap” by Outkast featuring Rosario Dawson
This week, the song that sits on repeat in my mind is “She Lives in My Lap”by OutKast featuring Rosario Dawson. It is haunting. It has a rhythm that feels like the echo of a love that never fully faded. It questions the kind of love that sears the soul and inspires the heart, yet remains out of reach.
It is unrequited, unresolved, and unforgettable. This is the same kind of love that burns quietly within, never dying, only changing its form. The lyrics are a conversation between passion and patience, between desire and distance. It is a love that refuses to be defined…..just felt.
Closing Reflection – Have You Ever Loved?
Have you ever loved someone so deeply that even time bows in silence to the memory? The kind of love that does not ask to be returned, only remembered?
If you have, then know love never really leaves. It lives in the pauses between words, in the stillness between songs, and in quiet moments when your heart feels both full and empty at once.
So here is to the love lost, but never gone. To the cup of tea gone cold, but still soothing. To the memory that keeps your soul warm.
Have you ever loved?
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