A shower of love in the unknown. Here I stand, in the rain, drenched in my own longing. I’ve been ready to give it all—my heart, my soul, my time—for the love I so desperately crave. But the universe, it seems, sent me someone who isn’t willing to offer the same. I give, I give, and yet I stand in the rain, waiting, yearning for the love that never comes. The pain of loving so deeply and so fully, only to receive so little in return, is a weight I carry with each drop that falls. The rain doesn’t stop, and neither does my heart’s ache. Love was meant to be a mutual exchange, a dance where both hearts move in sync, but instead, I’m left out here alone, giving all I have, waiting for something that might never be returned. It hurts. It hurts to love so much and feel so little in return, but even in this storm, I’ll keep loving—because love, even unreciprocated, still makes me feel alive.
Where the Moon's Glow Meets the Fire's Spark