𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒 Can we go back to the time when we were still blooming and in love?

('' i  want    to    talk,    but    silence     might    be    the     firm     choice    between    our     silence. I want to try to fix it, cure it, give it what you want.. but, I can't, no words want to come out of my tongue. Exactly on August 20, 2005, we blossomed with love that enlivened the atmosphere of our sweet relationship, now.. nothing, sweet relationship? I don't know what it is. This feeling feels stifled, like a fire that is lit but hard to extinguish, there is no way to let out this feeling. ㅤ✱ 
                                  ( ✿ ｡) You prefer to leave without  
                       words and indifferent ─── I am here also
              just silent and can't do anything.. this is the only right 
                                 way, goodbye, my sweet love.

─── The story we won't tell... We craft spaces, plans, and feelings, only to see them crumble in reality

it's like, it's useless to recognize each other if the world tells us differently than what we want, isn't it useless our beautiful dreams that we have imagined? of course, it's very useless. our plans are like the sand castle we have built, it will look magnificent on the beach, but the waves hit the castle and it is destroyed. two years and change, sounds very strange, doesn't it? The apartment was just a small dream that wasn't strong enough to withstand reality. The apartment was already standing quietly, like it was waiting for us to start a new step but... doesn't that sound impossible? I originally thought we were writing a sweet story in the storybook of our lives, oh.. it turns out I was wrong... hopefully time heals this feeling.   ✱