Isabella

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I don’t know how to stop loving you.
          
          I’ve tried. God, I’ve tried.
          I’ve whispered to myself a thousand reasons why I should let go. I’ve listed all the times you looked through me like I was no one, all the moments you chose someone else, the way your silence stings more than any goodbye ever could.
          
          But none of it works.
          Because every time I breathe, it’s your name I feel clinging to the air.
          And I hate that. I hate how my heart still calls for you, even when you're miles away — not in distance, but in spirit. Emotionally untouchable. Cold in ways I wish I could learn.
          
          You don’t know.
          You don’t know that I stay up some nights just staring at my ceiling, wondering what it would feel like if you loved me back.
          Wondering what your laugh would sound like if it was mine to hear.
          Wondering how warm your hands would feel if they held mine without pulling away.
          
          I love you in a way that hurts.
          Not the pretty kind — not roses and music and poetry.
          It’s the kind that chokes. That burns behind the eyes. That ruins every song because somehow they all remind me of you.
          You live in places you shouldn’t — in my dreams, in the clothes I wear, in the mirror when I try to smile and it doesn’t reach my eyes anymore.
          
          You’ve moved on. Or maybe you were never here to begin with.
          And yet, I remain — loving you in silence, in agony, in invisible ways.
          
          If I had the chance to tell you everything, really tell you, I think I’d fall apart halfway through.
          I think I’d break right there in front of you, because my love was never soft — it was a storm I kept swallowing, over and over, just to protect you from it.
          
          But if — one day — you ever turn to me, even just for a second, and ask why I never let go...
          
          I’ll look at you, with every shattered piece still glowing, and say:
          
          “Because no one else ever felt like home the way you did.”
          
          And maybe that’s tragic.
          But it’s the truth.
          
          — H.

To You, My dear,
          
          If I could, I would tear my heart from my chest — not out of madness, but devotion — and place it in your hands, still beating, still trembling for you. Because loving you feels like that: like offering everything I am, even if you never ask, even if you never look.
          
          There’s no logic here. No reason. Just this ache — beautiful and brutal — of loving you in silence. You walk through my thoughts like fire through dry fields, leaving me undone in the softest and cruelest ways.
          
          I love you… in the way the moon pulls at the tide — distant, but constant. I love you in glances I steal when you're not looking, in the sentences I rehearse but never say, in the weight of every moment you’re near and yet not mine.
          
          And it hurts. God, it hurts. Because I want to be enough. I want you to see me, not just as someone passing by, but as the one who would give everything — even the quiet parts of me I swore to protect.
          
          Still… I don’t ask for anything in return. My love is not a cage. It’s a garden. And if you ever decide to walk in, even just once, I swear… I will bloom for you until my last breath.
          
          And if one day you ask, "Why me?" — I’ll simply smile through the tears and say:
          
          "Because you exist, and somehow… that was enough to ruin me."
          
          Always yours
          
          H..

My love..
          
          I don’t know when it started—this feeling that quietly took over every part of me. It didn’t come loud, it didn’t demand attention. It settled in silence, in the pauses between your glances, in the space where your voice used to live.
          
          I love you. In ways I can’t explain, in moments I can’t name.
          
          And I’ve tried to forget. Tried to convince myself that it’s just a phase, just passing tenderness. But how can I lie to my own heart when it whispers your name even in dreams?
          
          You don’t know. Maybe you’ll never know. Maybe you’ll always look at me with that distance in your eyes. Maybe I’ll always be the one who loves quietly while you live loudly, unaware.
          
          I love you even when it hurts. When you ignore me. When you laugh at things I wish I said. When you’re close enough to touch but galaxies away.
          
          It’s not a love that asks for anything. It doesn't beg to be seen or returned. It’s a love that simply is — stubborn, proud, full of fear, full of longing. And still, it stays.
          
          And if one day you turn to me, wondering why me? I’ll look into your eyes and say, with everything I have:
          
          “Because even without trying, you became everything.”
          
          Always yours, my love
          
          H..

"I love her so much.. "For someone who no longer knows how to silence. I love her so much.. But that much doesn't scream, do not invade, does not require. This so much hides between the lines of what I do not say. It's a bit that hurts, that squeezes the chest at dawn when I see the sky and I think maybe she looking at the sky too, not knowing that she is the same. I love her so much.. Even when ignoring me, even when I smiled at everyone but for me, even when it pretends not to feel what I try to disguise. It's love with anger. It is love with fear. It is love with pride. But still… it's love. And if one day she looks at me and ask, "Why?" I will swallow all the words, and maybe just say: "Because you are you." And that is already so much. And I love her so much.
          
          H..

Oi vidoca, como eu sou irresponsável e não apareço aqui, nem consegui te dar parabéns mais enfim.
          
          Parabéns né, muitos anitos, tome juízo na vida e estude bastante, você é muito especial pra mim, te amo