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They say love is the purest truth, yet sometimes it feels like the most beautiful illusion.
It enters our lives like a dream- soft, dazzling, impossible to resist. We believe in it with all our heart, as though it were the air we breathe. But often, when the dream fades, all we are left with is silence, shadows, and questions we can’t answer.
Love paints a picture so perfect that we forget it might not last forever. It makes us blind to flaws, deaf to warnings, and helpless to reality. It is an illusion that convinces us we are whole, only to sometimes leave us broken, learning to piece ourselves together again.
Yet, even in its illusion, love is not meaningless. Because in those fleeting moments, when our hearts race, when the world feels brighter, when a single smile makes us believe in miracles- wasn’t that real enough? Illusions don’t always deceive; sometimes they remind us of the beauty our soul is capable of feeling.
So maybe love is an illusion… but one we willingly surrender to, again and again. For even if it vanishes like mist at dawn, the memory of its warmth is enough to keep us alive, searching, and still believing.
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They say love is the purest truth, yet sometimes it feels like the most beautiful illusion.
It enters our lives like a dream- soft, dazzling, impossible to resist. We believe in it with all our heart, as though it were the air we breathe. But often, when the dream fades, all we are left with is silence, shadows, and questions we can’t answer.
Love paints a picture so perfect that we forget it might not last forever. It makes us blind to flaws, deaf to warnings, and helpless to reality. It is an illusion that convinces us we are whole, only to sometimes leave us broken, learning to piece ourselves together again.
Yet, even in its illusion, love is not meaningless. Because in those fleeting moments, when our hearts race, when the world feels brighter, when a single smile makes us believe in miracles- wasn’t that real enough? Illusions don’t always deceive; sometimes they remind us of the beauty our soul is capable of feeling.
So maybe love is an illusion… but one we willingly surrender to, again and again. For even if it vanishes like mist at dawn, the memory of its warmth is enough to keep us alive, searching, and still believing.
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