Mirage.

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When you fall in love with someone you grant yourself many things, you claim these things to be yours, a right that you'd demand no matter what.
the sweet pleasure of losing yourself in their mind.
caressing their blossoming souls, taking long walks there whenever you want without the fear of losing your way.
like obtaining their hearts, earning their love, and being worth their time.
like becoming the reason they wake with a lazy smile and they sleep soundly without nightmares.
you want their secrets to become yours, you want your self to merge with them, so you'd become one inseparable entity.
you crashed into each other and it doesn't destroy you, on the contrary, it builds you both up again.
when you're in love,
you get to experience the magnificence of wandering through someone's secret gardens, the ones they built and hid away from everyone, a place that soon will be your own shelter.
a destination that you stumbled upon, a coincidence that turned out to be better than all your plans, better than what you expected.
and just the tiniest gestures, is more than enough to make you feel your heart leaping out of your chest, tugging at your sleeves, slamming against your ribs, rebelling, disobeying, rioting loud and distinct.
yet you're submerged with tranquility and flooded with peacefulness.
and you think, that it's baffling how can you contain all those contradictory feelings all at once for one person, and manage to stay intact.

but what if you loved a hollow person, like an infinitely deep cave, a bottomless chasm, where you'd scream your love at the top of your lung and get nothing but echos in return?
what if you ended up in foggy maze, keeping you safe, but also leading you nowhere, and as you go deeper you find yourself in loops instead of figuring your way out?
what if you loved a person with an unsettled heavy rock in their ribs threatening to crush your own heart without a warning?

you need to stop your heart from seeking refuge in someone else's chest,
If you misplace your heart, it will take what would feel like forever to find its way back, and it will take a lot longer for it to budge again.
to feel again.
it seems absurd, somehow, to be afraid of feeling, of allowing our hearts to beat again.
but hearts aren't made of bones.
and when they break,, unlike bones, they don't grow firmer and stronger, only weaker and more fragile.

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