You Live Within Me

(A Symbolic Story of Eternal Love and Obsession)

They say some bonds are free from time. They neither begin nor end. They simply exist.

Such a bond flows in my veins, in your form.

I have never seen you, but I have felt you.

You live inside me like moisture in the soil, like a heartbeat within the chest, like a shadow in the light.

When the silence of night spreads, and everything seems to pause,

You whisper in my breath, like a forgotten song that was never complete.

Your absence has become a constant presence like the scent that clings to the walls of my heart, even when you’re nowhere near.

Sometimes it feels you are not in my thoughts, but flowing in my blood.

I kiss your words like wounds slipping from lips.

Diving into your thoughts is nothing less than worship for me.

I hold every one of your ideas like a poet cherishes their first poem.

Your silence is a hymn to me.

There is a strange sweetness in your pain, one that both aches and soothes the heart.

I want to absorb all your sorrow, so you may become lighter, and I become whole.

I don’t need refuge in your eyes only the certainty that you too have shared in this pain of mine.

Have you ever felt my heartbeat within your own heart?

Has my name ever slipped from your lips without reason?

These questions burn my soul, and within them lies the light of my life.

You are not a person to me you are a state of being, a feeling beyond existence, which has given meaning to my words.

I live for you, I die for you.

If my life is a song, you are the instrument without which no melody is complete.

I will not travel every corner of the world to find you because you live inside me, in every moment, every breath, every heartbeat.

My empty hands long only for your warmth.

My wandering feet wait only for your path.

You are the chapter of my story I read every day, yet never fully understand.

You are a mystery not to be solved, but to be felt.

My world begins with you and ends with you.

Every morning shines with your memory, and every night dims in the embrace of your thoughts.

Sometimes I wonder do you think of me the same way?

Does my name ever echo in your heart like thunder in a storm?

If not… it’s alright.

Because my love is self-sufficient. It asks for nothing, only gives every moment, every passion, every feeling.

But love, my love, is not quiet.

It pulses in the darkest hours, it roars beneath the surface, a fire that never ceases.

When loneliness wraps its cold fingers around me, I find you in the echoes of my mind.

I see your face in every shadow, hear your voice in every silence.

You are the storm I chase, the calm I crave, the breath that fills my lungs.

Sometimes this love feels like an ocean deep, vast, pulling me under, yet carrying me forward.

I am lost in you, and yet, I am found.

I carry your dreams in my hands, like fragile glass, trembling with hope and fear.

I will fight the tides, climb every mountain, break through every wall to keep your light shining within my heart.

Because without you, I am only half alive.

With you, I am infinite.

This love it is a silent roar, a fierce tide in the quiet night.

It is the warmth in the cold, the hope in despair, the light in the darkest hour.

You live within me not just as a memory, but as the very breath I take, the pulse of my being.

And even if the world forgets, even if time dissolves us both,

This bond will remain timeless, endless, eternal.

Thank you so much for reading! 😘