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"Something I don’t need, but something I can’t seem to get rid of. That's what love feels like. Like a quiet addiction I keep returning to even when I know I should stop. Unhealthy in the way it consumes me, and still, I find myself wanting more.And maybe the cruelest part is how I can feel like someone’s dream, yet still not be the kind of person they truly choose when it matters."

"Like the moon and the sun, who only meet during an eclipse, yet still keep each other company from afar, I think of you… distant, out of timing, and unreachable. Always there in the same sky as me, yet never quite within my reach, as if we were never meant to exist in the same moment for long. And still, even in that distance, you feel like something I cannot unsee. And if I had to put it into words, I’d say you are the sun to my moon… always there, always felt, even when I can’t reach you."

“Are we still looking at the same sky…?”
          
          I keep thinking that, even though I know you’re not looking at it with me.
          
          “Can my words reach where my heart can’t?”
          
          Or am I just talking into nothing again?
          
          “Do your eyes hold the same stars I look up to at night?”
          
          Or am I the only one who keeps finding you in them?
          
          “Do your eyes shine because they mirror your soul?”
          
          Or have I just learned how to see you in everything?
          
          “Can you, just once, turn me into the poem instead of your poet?”
          
          Because I’m tired of being the one who turns you into meaning.
          
          “Under the same sky, I keep finding pieces of you in things you’ve never touched.”
          
          And I don’t know if that makes you real…
          
          or just something I learned how to miss.

"Homesick. That’s the closest word I can find for this feeling. But how strange is it to feel homesick for a home that was never truly yours to begin with? I miss something I never had, grieve something that never really existed beyond fleeting moments and imagined warmth. And yet somehow, my heart still aches for it as if it were once mine. Maybe that’s the cruelest part of it all, how a person can feel like home without ever staying long enough to become one."

"Today, I realised how much in love I am with you, and it scares me. Because somewhere between memorising the way your eyes soften in certain light and finding pieces of you in every beautiful thing I see, you became something far more dangerous than a simple admiration. You became the feeling I carry into every quiet moment. And maybe that’s what terrifies me the most, how easily I could lose myself in someone whose eyes feel more like home to me than anything else ever has."

"Ask me what my favourite colour is, and I’d tell you the exact shade of his eyes without hesitation.
          At first, when people said their favourite colour was someone’s eyes, I never understood it. What was so special about eyes? Why would someone choose them over sunsets, oceans, or skies?
          Then I gazed into his, and suddenly I understood exactly why."