The Love That Never Was

Love is an enigma transcending time, reason, and logic. Destiny may link two souls, but it can also tear them a part. At times, love can choose to sit idle, waiting for the right moment to strike – unfortunately, it often chooses otherwise and reduces emotions into mere remnants. This narrative revolves around love unable to flourish; it grazes upon the heart but fails most tragically at blossoming.

Some affairs of love remain undiscussed unlike others which are clear due to their profound aura. When two lovers set eyes on each other for the very first time, the seemingly mystical energy draws both together and binds them in ways unimagined. Shared cozy chats, alluring glances, and deeply romantic nights are that which awaits. Yet, for reasons beyond an individual’s grasp, fate pulls them in two different directions. It feels as though effortless love floats right above – blissfully free but refusing to ground itself.

Love that has never existed is the most haunting as there is love untold, love not acted upon, and love never attempted to be expressed – the writings not sent, the withheld touches, and the ‘I love yous’ failing to be exclaimed. It is the heavy sigh that pivots around hopeless moments, the suffering from opportunities that have gone awry and the yet comprehended predicament of two souls which ache because answers which they know lie somewhere shall never be found. Not because of a closure that has been evoked, rather one that is elusive and lacks actions to produce a beginning.

Destiny’s involvement with love is definitely one riddled with puzzles. Some people for example seem to meet when life is just not cooperating and later on realize years down the line that their love was rather genuine but unfortunately misplaced. On the other and, some people get stuck in situations or responsibilities beyond their control. The unrequited love still lives on, moving further down into the decades, floating back into nostalgia in familiar fragrances, and songs that invoke memories of right but wrong love. This is a love tale that knows no bounds, an unuttered verse which keeps two souls yearning and hoping of the million scenarios where it could have been “What if?”

A different type of love that never bore fruit resembles an unsolved riddle. It's the opposite of heartbreak considering the love is seized, and rather is a blank canvas waiting to be painted enjoyed for the rest of the life. It silently stalks everyone, waiting for the moment to bloom. It places a value on the instant, hoping to turn feelings into action before time robs chances. Unknowingly, they are disguised in a voice strong enough to change life. Love, however remains unreturned, fully casts a shadow deadly yet enigmatic.

In contrast of the previously mentioned type, unrequited love displays extreme forms of melancholy combined with sorrow. Time distance from everything provides a sense of space to breathe in while blocking everything, washing away all the bitterness. Perfection stands as a mound of memories waiting to be adored. The beauty and sorrow combined hand-in-hand becomes something deeper which can only be summed up as a base, a fantasy ever lasting intertwined around. Perhaps that explains why some people treasure unloved more than loved; love yet remains an idea, untarnished by the harsh reality of relationships.

Irrespective of metamorphose, love can never be wasted and even an unsatisfied love serves a purpose. It teaches perseverance, enhances feelings, and alerts individuals of profound bonds. It shapes future relationships enabling individuals know what they really want, sometimes, it unknowingly comes back in a different form when the universe aligns at the right time.

For the experienced, the untold tale bears powerful words; a reminder that love is elusive, beautiful, and wild; capture it if given the opportunity. Speak missing, act beyond what is known, and make use of what feels for their sake because in the end regret drags more than love that was. Although few love stories stay unfinished, their reverberation encapsulates eternity.

 

The Love Spectrum