


True love is when your heart chooses someone even when your mind knows there's little or no chance.
It’s not about possession, but presence — an unwavering hope that blooms in impossibility.
You hold onto them in your soul, quietly, with no expectations… only a wish that they’re happy, even if it’s not with you.
That’s zero chance but infinity hope — the kind of love that’s eternal, not because it lasts, but because it never asks.
Good night

they lift me up.