Bleeding Through the Veil of Scars

𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚅𝚘𝚠𝚜

15 𝒥𝒶𝓃𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎 2024

One-sided love is a quiet kind of torment, where your heart is full but there's nowhere for all that affection to go.

It's the endless cycle of hope and despair, clinging to the idea that maybe, just maybe, they'll notice you the way you see them.

But when that person loves someone else, it's like being trapped in a room where the only window looks out onto a scene you'll never be a part of.

You see them smile, hear them laugh, but it's not for you, and it never will be.

You keep telling yourself to let go, but your heart doesn't listen.

You think if you hold on a little longer, they might see you differently.

But deep down, you know they're looking at someone else with the same longing you feel for them.

It's a cruel twist of fate, to love someone who's already given their heart away.

And the hardest part is accepting that no matter how much you love them, it won't change the way they feel.

All you can do is love them silently, knowing that your heart will bear the weight of that unreturned love alone.

But the again...

Sacrifices in the dimensions of love are a testament to the complexity of the human heart.

Being in a relationship out of obligation rather than genuine affection is a delicate dance between duty and desire.

It's a commitment that weighs heavily on the soul, knowing that your presence is bound by promises rather than passion.

You find yourself fulfilling roles and expectations, all the while your heart aches for the one you truly love.

Letting go of the person you love in this situation is perhaps the greatest sacrifice of all.

It's a selfless love, one that knows when to step back, even if it breaks you in the process.

The morning of my wedding dawned with a golden hue, casting a serene glow over everything it touched.

As I lay in bed, I felt the weight of the day pressing down on me.

Today, I would marry Lucien, binding our fates together in a union that was as much about power and survival as it was about any semblance of love.

I rose from my bed and moved to the window, looking out at the sprawling gardens that had been meticulously prepared for the ceremony.

The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the distant hum of activity as the final touches were made.

My heart ached with a mix of emotions-anticipation, apprehension, and a lingering sadness for the love that could never be.

My mother, entered the room with a soft knock, her eyes filled with both pride and concern.