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Whoever made people believe that the little things don't matter was terribly mistaken. ~🖤🤌🏻"

"Behind a woman's success are not helping hands, but the painful trials she has survived." 💔

The strange contradiction of this world is that every person considers themselves pure and innocent while seeing others as guilty. When society wears the cloak of hypocrisy, the one who speaks the truth is often labeled as the biggest "wrongdoer." Are people really angels here, or has everyone simply learned the art of hiding their inner selves?

Hello everyone 😁👋

Peace be upon you, and may the mercy and blessings of Allah be upon you.👋

I know we won't be together...

But let me love you as if fate hadn't written the impossible between us.

Let me tell you how the sky, despite its abundance of stars, has no light that steals my gaze like your moon.

And how the world, with all its inhabitants, has failed to make my heart turn to anyone but you.

Let me tell you that love isn't measured by endings, but by what it leaves in the soul. And that you, without realizing it, have become the part of me my heart will never reclaim, no matter how long I live.

You are the fire I don't fear, the wound I don't wish to heal, the longing that, the more I try to escape it, the more I find myself drawn back to it.

I know we won't be together.

But some people aren't meant to be lived with... they're meant to change the meaning of life within us forever.

So let me love you just once, as love deserves to be: complete, true, without fear, and without expecting anything in return.

Perhaps I wasn't meant to be in your destiny...

But I'm certain you'll always be the most beautiful thing written in mine.⚘️💘⚘️

Eternal love is nothing but a dream born in the springtime of life. Nothing in this life remains the same; everything fades, changes, leaves its mark, and then departs.

The paradox is that the deeper love becomes, the more fragile it is in the face of time. Not because it is right or wrong, but because it is a living entity, breathing and changing just as life itself changes.

Love is like ancient cities; it does not remain static, but reinvents itself with time, resisting the forces of reality. Some cities wither away until they become mere memories, while others endure and last for centuries, but they never remain the same.

Love, too, is not measured by its permanence, but by its ability to change without losing its essence.