The Ballads of Gravity

That was the moment I understood how love can silence a person. I was foolish enough, then and perhaps even now, to grasp the full weight of your question.  "Can I pretend that you are not in love with me? Just so I can speak to you. " I yearn to return and conjure a goodbye, fabricate the closure we never had.  Sometimes, I face reality in the sacred aisle of my love for you. Once, you were a concept, a missing piece that completed me, or rather, you were the spark that animated my existence.  Infinity   I will bury you somewhere deeper, somewhere far beneath the surface. I will entomb you within the layers of my own humility. I see you everywhere, radiating happiness. Happiness, with a secre t.

Do you realize the depths to which you've led me, teetering on the edge of madness born from my love to you? I've glimpsed the fine line between sanity and chaos, etched upon the shores of darkness. How naive I've been, futilely attempting to break free from the gravity of your presence. I can't blame you, for you were unaware. That day, as rain pierced my heart, your words, "leave it," echoed—acknowledging the futility and endlessness of our situation. It felt like an endless loop, with you unknowingly entwined within. Despite my efforts to break free, I found myself ensnared repeatedly. Eventually, I surrendered, letting time take its course. In one final attempt to sever the ties, we met. There, amidst the chaos, I witnessed the universe aligning, revealing the intricacies of fate. I watched myself detach, fading into the background as he tenderly kissed the delicate curve of your neck—a sacred moment etched by destiny, binding us for eternity. As if in ...