Freeze Me, My Dear Love: The Last Frosted Bloom

This is your usual story of love-how it began, what went right, and how everything fell apart. I fell in love with her in ways I never imagined-her THOUGHTS, HABITS, VOICE, EYES, WAY OF SPEAKING, AND PERSPECTIVES. There was something in her eyes that reflected the world in a way I couldn't ignore, and her words flowed like a spell turned to the most beautiful curse of my life-an exorcism ritual for my heart to get rid of all that negativity. Our conversations were a quiet dance between two worlds: hers of cold winters and silence, mine of warm, unspoken dreams.

She never knew how much her silence spoke to me, how a single glance could pull me deeper. I thought I understood her way of thinking (how wrong I was), and her voice still lingers in my mind like a soft echo. It started as a quiet storm inside me, a hope that kept growing... Some love can't be expressed with words because the moment it's said aloud, it would be lost.

This is how I loved her, how I believed in something more... and yet, the story remains