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I never thought love could feel like this—

a sweet fire that warms and burns the same.

Yet here I am, forcing my hands to let go,

while my heart still whispers your name.

Every day I fight a quiet war inside,

teaching my eyes not to search for you,

training my soul to believe in lies,

that I don’t need the smile I once knew.

I walk away, though my spirit bleeds,

hiding the truth that I still care.

To love in silence is the cruelest need,

a weight too heavy for one to bear.

I tell myself: don’t hold too tight,

but my chest aches with every breath.

This is the price of a hidden love,

a living grief, a gentle death.

Still I hope, in some distant time,

the pain will fade, the scars will heal.

And though I leave your world behind,

my heart remembers how love is real.