Breaking
Every beginning carries the seed of its own unraveling
Breaking
It only has to start. A thought that becomes a life. A chord played at the right time, lingering on the fringes of curiosity. A gaze that finds us off guard, piercing through buried desires, chasing away the fear to try. And so it begins… The breaking. The building up just to fall apart. Whether the longing finds a lap to repose, or keeps wandering restless, skirting unrequited love, the heart is helplessly doomed. Bound to be torn apart by the very promise of wholeness. The breaking starts when the seed is planted, by will or by chance. And we refuse to see. We circumvent reality. We silence the pang announcing the shattering of a fictional ever after. The unavoidable hides, relentless, in the shadows of the mind, awaiting the moment we finally find… the heart was breaking from the start.
With love,
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It captures how love begins with a spark that already knows its own ending. The quiet inevitability in the lines makes the final realization feel both tender and devastating.
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