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[inforelsket]

The passing clouds and coffee next to your name fill the notes of my love. The moments of me in my lover era linger in every corner. Should I fly away to my world? The butterflies and pretty smiles around still remind me of you, yet I look away. That real dream was a lie, a lie that still whispers it might be real. The colors in my eyes don't shut empty love. I don't see any love in it. All I need is one stare with those pretty eyes of his, one look that would make me forget the real world where he doesn't exist.

And if we ever lock eyes, Am I going to hate the love when I see it in your eyes?

-@inforelsket

[inforelsket]

You know, that falling in love phase is something else. Your eyes do all the talking without you saying a word. Catching sight of them feels like a rollercoaster in your chest—heart skipping beats like it's setting a new record. Then there's that classic inner struggle, right? Do you spill the truth and risk it all, or do you just keep it to yourself? Tough call. But when you're around them, time takes a holiday. The minutes feel shorter than ever. And let's talk about conversations. I'm all ears when they talk. I want to hear about their day, even if it means chuckling at my lame jokes. I mean, come on, you've got a killer smile, that blows me away to another world every time.

Walking together? Don't get me started. I'd sign up for an endless stroll, no questions asked. Nightly talks while wandering down the roads? The mist of pine trees in the air? Yeah, that's the dream. Holding hands? Oh, you bet. Can I? Well, that's the million-dollar question, isn't it?

-ghost

[inforelsket]

Since the day our eyes met, silent poetry has unfolded in my heart, attempting to capture the magic of this newfound emotion. Love, tender and unspoken, lingers between us, waiting to be revealed. I've told my heart to stop asking for you, but it keeps saying, "he's right there." Your mere presence paints my world with a romantic glow, and every moment shared feels like a sweet verse in the ballad of us. You caught me daydreaming, but you never knew it was about you. We may know each other, but it's like we're strangers passing by. You walk past me like I'm just one of the others, but little do you know, I'm the girl who fell for you.

@inforelsket

[inforelsket]

In the throng, I search for his gaze, a quest unreturned. Will he be the undoer of my heart before it's proffered? As he strolls past, I am but an unnoticed visage in the bustling sea. Familiar strangers we remain, our threads unthreaded. The thought of conversation daunts, for fear I'm not his sought-for kind. Always the seeker in the mosaic, reveling in the chase, yet never mirrored. His allure captivates my thoughts and emotions, but am I an enigma to him in the same way? Our emotions, are separate domains, yet could destiny weave its clandestine enchantment for us? This fervent connection to him, it clings to my soul, an indelible bond.

-@inforelsket

[inforelsket]

Missing you feels like the hush of winter without snow – a quiet longing that wraps around me. Your absence feels like a gentle chill, and I find myself yearning for the warmth of your presence, just like the sun missing the earth. It's as if my thoughts are delicate snowflakes, each one a memory of you, softly settling in my heart and leaving me with that sweet ache of missing someone so dear. I use those snowflakes of your memories to build an igloo of your hallucination. I know you'll never be there for me, but I have surrounded myself with your thoughts for the warmth of the sweet memories is the only way for me to survive in this cold world...

-ghost

[inforelsket]

When I first saw you, I could sense my curiosity piqued. Whenever our paths cross, a surge of nerves and dancing butterflies hints at a possibility. I find myself lost in daydreams about you. Even in our fleeting eye contact, I yearn for that moment when our worlds align. Lost in your gaze, those brief glances immerse me in a world of intriguing mystery. Every day, I find myself stealing glances at you. Will fate ever lead you to a point where you might fall for me?

-@inforelsket

[inforelsket]

She is the one and only person for me, the only words I wish to hear from him.He's the person I instantly fell in love with at first sight.Can his love come back to me. Is there a glance that will bring us together? Even if years pass by, I would still think of that scene over and over again. A smile comes up every single time I steal glances. Does he steal glances when I look away? The desire to get to know him is filling my heart, but what if?

-@inforelsket

[inforelsket]

My first love, a secret few knew, In the midst of the crowd, I search for you, so sly, Hoping for the day your gaze finds mine, by and by.

In my heart and in words, I hide your trace, A girl who once denied love's sweet embrace, Now succumbs to a man with a handsome face.

Can you make it easy? A subtle, whispered plea, Every little thing you do catches my attention, Oh, how it races when you're near, so discreetly.

I play our encounters back to back only to realize that for the first time in my life, I'm in love.

Do those stolen glances hold something real? Is it just me who feels this quiet appeal? Each time our eyes meet, my heart takes flight,

Secretly, I wish for you to own my heart. My heart whispers, "He's your first love," a voice only I can hear.

-@inforelsket

[inforelsket]

Every night, my stars whisper your name, their weakened glimmers yearning for your lost radiance. They conspire to form constellations that bear the weight of your name, a melancholic plea for your return. They too, ache for your presence, but even they, in all their cosmic might, can't align to bring you back to my life. So when I gaze upon a shooting star, I'm reminded of the selfless sacrifice made by that celestial being, willingly extinguishing their own light so that I may find solace in making a wish on them for your return into my life. Unknown to you, countless stars have perished in their attempts to free me from the ache that they overheard through my whispered conversations with the moon, all in the memory of your pristine smile...

-ghost

[inforelsket]

In my dreams last night, I felt like I was in a special place with you. I called out your name, and you looked at me, making my heart beat faster. We swayed together under the stars, and I made a wish on each one, hoping that this magical moment would never end. But when I wake up, reality is scary, reality feels like a painful fire, especially without you. This one-sided love hurts, but it's also a kind of comfort, like a sad but familiar song that I hold onto. It eases me into a sleep, where I can pretend, just for a little while, that you're still here with me. I never got a chance to be with you but somehow the dream feels familiar, it feels safe, it feels home...

- ghost

[inforelsket]

In the quiet echoes of my own heartache, I realize I was the architect of my own pain, crafting castles of affection upon the shifting sands of your indifference. Each heartbeat of these broken pieces now resounds with the bitter symphony of my one-sided love, an echon for the dreams I foolishly wove into reality, a mirage I illuded in the warmth of your smile; never realizing how I was running for the love from you that never existed, rendering me forever doomed with an unquenched heart. I mourn not only for the love you never returned, but for the pieces of myself I lost in the search of a phantom. In the end, it was my own hands that built this heartache, my own heart that shattered, and my own soul left to pick up the jagged shards..

-ghost

[inforelsket]

It's strange, but I loved you so bad that now it leaves me drowning in a sea of bitter memories. Your favorite song, once a melody that danced in my heart, now grates against my soul. Your favorite coffee flavor, once a shared indulgence, now tastes bitter on my tongue, like a reminder of what's been lost. Even the sound of rain tapping on my window, a sound we used to find solace in, now feels like tears from a weeping sky. It's a peculiar kind of sorrow, to despise what once brought me solace, yet here I am, wrestling with the remnants of a heart that beat for you, and now aches in your absence...

-ghost

[inforelsket]

What if?

Feelings once embraced now spark a fearful doubt, Will they flourish like a flower, or pain be the only route?

Walking behind him, his ignorance, a painful truth, Too good to fully hate, I linger in this love, uncouth.

With everyone I talk, but you, my heart's decline, Yearning for a future where your heart could be mine.

Brown eyes, that smile so divine, I ache for a sign, Does he feel my presence, as I cross his path benign?

What if you never once attempt to bridge the divide? What if these feelings I hide forever, deep inside?

[inforelsket]

In the labyrinth of happenstance, our paths converged by chance, and my heart quickened with a timid allure. Following those initial smiles, an ember of hope ignited within me, a silent plea for his return, and serendipity obliged. This time, our encounter was a breath away, a tantalizing closeness that set my heart racing.

I stole fleeting glances, aching to engage in conversation, yet withdrawing, yearning for him to make the first move. His countenance, a portrait of chivalry, his smile, a radiant beacon, his gaze, an enigma to unravel—every facet of him embodied the essence of a gentleman.

How could I not make it obvious, I wonder? Perhaps he remains unaware of my existence, but this girl hungers to delve into his world. Maybe he harbors no inclination to speak, yet the mere timbre of his voice would suffice to elicit smiles, gasps, and a whispered exclamation, "Gosh, what a man!"

It's a cruel twist, his obliviousness to my presence, a silent ache in my heart, a yearning left unspoken.

-@inforelsket

[inforelsket]

In the theater of emotions, loving someone evolves into a heart-wrenching masquerade. You find yourself in a role of the silent observer, standing in the dark corner of their life, a character in the epic story they're weaving, while they live the script having no idea of your existence. To truly love them, you become a stranger to your own desires, a ghostly figure haunting the halls of their memory, weaving your emotions into the fabric of their existence. And yet, your love remains hidden, like a forgotten treasure map in the depths of their heart, a map they'll never look at, leaving you to silently navigate the sea of unspoken feelings or maybe left alone at a deserted island...

-ghost

[inforelsket]

In the painful depths of my unrequited love, the girl I've adored for a lifetime remains resolute in her desire to keep her distance, refusing even a glimpse of my face. It feels as though I'm nothing more than a ghost to her, yet my soul threatens to choke my heart if I don't ensure her safety, even as I willingly cast my self-respect beneath her feet. I long to break free from this agony, but I'm trapped, for she's no longer just a desire; she's a love that I can't erase.

-ghost

[inforelsket]

Falling in love is like a gentle breeze that sweeps through your heart, igniting a spark that lingers inflames every corner of your soul. It's a symphony of emotions that turns even the heaviest of heartaches into fleeting notes in the grand composition of your affection. Through it all, your smile becomes an unwavering compass, pointing towards the true north of your heart where love resides...

-ghost