Until Forever Dies

I was cold.

Detached.

Silent.

A mere shadow

in the vastness of existence.

I wandered through life untouched,

unseen, unshaken.

Then you came,

and suddenly,

I no longer knew who I was before you.

For the first time,

my fingers tremble as I write this.

I am nervous.

I am restless.

I am found.

I am lost.

I am everything, all at once.

My heart suffers a quake

at the mere thought of you,

and I am trapped—spontaneously,

willingly, irrevocably.

And if I scream, I love you,

it will forever be an understatement.

So let me whisper it instead,

gathering the shattered remnants of my heart—

I exist because of you.

You found me

when I wasn’t searching.

You breathed life into me when I was fading.

You painted my world in hues

I never believed existed.

Suddenly, the sky looks softer,

the air feels lighter,

the earth hums melodies

I have never heard before.

My heart, once dormant, beats with purpose.

My soul, once lost, glows in your light.

I try to make sense of it—this chaos, this madness.

I cross lines between truth and illusion,

between fear and surrender.

And yet, you are always there—

your arms, my refuge; your voice, my sanctuary.

It feels like my search has ended,

as if my existence has found its missing piece in you.

You, with your greys,

paint rainbows across my life.

And I, with unwavering certainty,

declare that I have found my home in you.

I know I will be called foolish.

I know I will be labeled insane.

Perhaps even worse.

But, how do I deny my heart the truth?

You have altered everything in me

without changing me at all.

I am still the same girl—cautious, guarded,

afraid to be seen as someone who feels too deeply.

I still wear my heartlessness as armor,

convinced it is the only way to survive.

But you—

you proved me wrong.

You stepped into my world,

not to change me,

but to protect me from myself.

You fought battles I never asked you to fight,

prioritized my wounds over your desires,

shielded me from shadows

I had long made peace with.

You didn’t touch my body first—

you touched my soul.

You seduced my spirit

long before our skin ever met.

And yet, in loving you, I was blind.

I never realized that you, too, were broken.

You carried the weight of unspoken struggles,

caged in a world

that never saw you for who you were.

You burned—every second, every day—

not for yourself, but for those you loved.

You chose duty over dreams,

sacrifice over selfishness,

pain over escape.

You are godlike in a world that does not deserve you.

Your eyes—

my universe resides within them.

You never forced me to see the truth,

but when I finally did,

I knew—

you were my freedom,

even when I thought I was chained.

We surrendered in this battle of truth and lies,

but love—love refused to lose.

I never knew how to love,

but you—

you taught me.

From this moment on,

I will never search for love elsewhere.

It ends with you.

It will take the lifetime of this universe

to make me love anyone else—

and even then, I doubt it will happen.

Your fingers entwined with mine,

your breath lingering on my skin,

your touch imprinted on my soul,

your gaze carved into my heart—

you make me whole.

You heal wounds you never caused.

You breathe life into me when I forget how to exist.

And though our paths may never truly meet,

I have made peace with it.

For love, real love,

is not bound by the rules of this world.

It thrives in the spaces where logic ends,

where time surrenders,

where the universe itself bows in reverence.

And so, our love will settle among the stars,

as you once whispered to me

in the quiet darkness of the night.

A lifetime ago, it was us.

It is us now.

And it will be us still,

even after every lifetime fades into dust.

I do not claim you as mine,

but know this—

I am yours,

until forever dies.