I will let you read now....

Oh, and by the way,
"Lebenslangerschicksalsschatz" means "lifelong treasure of destiny".

"Write about me", she said."I have been, just for you, all these years. Shush, we don't say that out loud", he whispered to his heart, without a slight murmur.
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Well, not every story that's romantically dramatic has a happy ending or not every story that's compelling and tragic has a sad ending.
Well, well...this might just be a word-dump or a notes dump for me, maybe just maybe more like a "feelings diary".Anyway, enjoy it, whilst you can.

My Favourite cliche

My favorite cliche is when someone after numerous tries, gives up on being loved, is lost in the world of emotions and at the end has realized that they can't be anyone's favorite. when they accepts that they're hard to love, they meet that someone who is willing to take them to a place where they will be loved and feel the emotions they always wanted to feel. They finally realize that they can and will be loved. Now, that they are not lost in the battle of love, feelings and hope, they are now fond of someone who nurtured their wandered soul and love them beautifully.

A broken healer, maybe?

What is it, the urge to heal someone, what should we call it. what do you call a person who takes pleasure in healing a broken without hesitation or expecting anything in return. What do you call a broken who chose to heal someone else before they heal themselves. What do you call the broken who forgot they are themselves broken but gives it all to someone else, just to see that someone else heal and happier.

What about Love?

You know the thing about the love that has been cherished, beautifully sculptured for years and years in a way that it stays in your heart forever. But the saddening part here is that, you have to let it go one day, from both the sides. Then, comes the eternal life, we all don't know about, But, we can assume on how it's felt, like the "long lost loved souls" live their life's beautifully among the stars or among the "undiscovered part of the multi-universe". The spiritual life is very vast and unknown and, love is a part of it. Yet, that spiritual love doesn't leave memories for the living, but instead there are scriptures and arts are the mostly seen as the purest form of memory. That's why mesmerized lovers tends to write more and more for their loved ones so that one day, someone will experience the love they had for their significant other through the words or eyes as that love will never die.

For your lover......

When she asked," what is it that you would love to do for her", to which he replied, "I would like to start her day with a cup of coffee and a forehead kiss, I would like to cook something for her often as it has always been my goal, I would like to gift her a book every time she finish one as one day when our kids will grow up we will have our own personal library, maybe gift her dream garden full of flowers and plants to wander around. And, at the end of the day, kiss her goodnight as she rests in my arms while I gaze at her sleep peacefully".

She always talked about books....

Gazing at her, he said, "She talked about books with so much passion that I wanted to buy her dozens of books everyday, I wanted her to sleep with stories in her head, I wanted her to wander in the beauty of mysteries and at the most all I wanted was, to be there for her in those stories with her, just like the character she had so much faith in and was insanely in love with her while she was the main character of the story".While tears dropping down his eyes as he completed his eulogy for her.

Anticipatory grief.

I have been thinking a lot about "anticipatory grief" lately."I love you so much that, I know one day losing you will be devastating for me. I haven't lost you yet but I already miss you, we still have time, but it won't be enough for me. I think about how much I will miss those sweet and sarcastic talks with you. How much I will miss those days while we sit near the river and talk to each other about our day and our lives. I think, I will miss listening to new soothing music with you, you always have had an excellently unique taste in music, my love. I think about what I would say at your funeral, and say some of it to you now cause, I need you to know how loved you were before you drift away in the midst of lost souls. You will go where I cannot follow you, but I know you will never really leave me, you will be here to take me with you, one day when everything turns quiet, your voice will be the only voice calling me, it won't make it hurt less but it is a part of my healing somehow".Wrote the old man looking at his lover sleeping peacefully by his side.

It's not the butterflies, it's you....

Sometimes, it's not the butterflies that tell you you're in love, but the broken heart with the urge to give your love a second chance.The suffering, longing, affection, the need to listen to a voice calling you with love in it, the urge to talk to them and the desperation to feel
their skin on yours, says you love them, unconditionally.

Our Playlist....

I got this hopeless romantic urge to gaze at you with the moon and the stars while listening to our playlist.