There are some loves that are never meant to be, yet they burn with a passion so fierce that even time cannot dim their flame. These loves are incomplete-broken from the very start, their futures bound by invisible chains. Forbidden, they live in the spaces between heartbeats, in whispered words never spoken aloud, and in glances that carry the weight of a thousand untold stories. They are the kind of love that is destined to fade before it ever truly blooms, a love full of longing and impossible dreams. Even when the world tells you to forget, these loves haunt the corners of your soul, reminding you that some stories are never meant to be finished, yet they shape you in ways you cannot unsee. In the silence of their absence, these loves leave an indelible mark on your heart, and you know, deep down, they were never really meant to stay-only to be felt, fiercely and fleetingly, before they disappear into the void.