“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Every Love Has Its Own Story
Its Own Mesmerizing Start
Its Own Rare Journey
Its Own Captivating Ending,
Our End Was Tragic
The Journey Was Torturous
The Start Was Still Magical
A Sad Story Doesn’t Mean It Wasn’t Love.
Every Love Has Its Own Time
Its Own Occasions
Its Own Reasons,
I Guess Our Reasons Were Wrong
The Occasions Weren’t Right
This Time Wasn’t Ours
But That Doesn’t Mean It Wasn’t Love.
Please Believe Me
No Matter What Happened Doesn’t Mean It Wasn’t Love.
“From the moment I set eyes on you, I think deep down I knew we would never last. I can never accept that we were never meant to be. Maybe in a different world? Different circumstances? I’ll never deny our love wasn’t great and we both know every great love starts with a great story... But no matter what the ending, it is still love”
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Incomplete
PoetryThe greatest love stories are always incomplete; some feelings are forever buried deep within. There's no such thing as complete when it comes to stories. Stories are infinite. Love is infinite. They are as infinite as worlds.
