Until FIRE finds LOVE

I was never meant to feel. Never meant to bleed, to break, or to love.

I am an immortal maiden-born of starlight and silence, cast into the human world not as a punishment, but as a trial. My curse was clear: Love a human without being broken in return, and I would be granted mortality. A soul. A heartbeat. A fleeting life... and finally, peace.

I was given four centuries to find that one love strong enough to break the spell.

And in those 400 years, I fell-three times.

Once, in the fiery rush of innocence, when every smile felt like destiny and every glance, eternal. I mistook obsession for love and hunger for forever.

Twice, in the calm of wisdom, when I thought I understood what love truly meant. I had learned the language of humans-their patience, their promises, their pain. But even then, love betrayed me.

And a final time, in the quiet of surrender-when I no longer searched, no longer begged. When I had accepted that love may never be mine... that was when it found me. Gentle. Unexpected. And still, just as cruel.

They say mortals fall in love with three people in a lifetime.

I found all three.

But they also say the right one never hurts you.

And yet, each one did.

I am not human. And yet I broke like one.

So now I wonder...
Was I cursed to feel pain for daring to love?
Or was I always meant to feel-just like them?