Unfinished love story

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 Unfinished Love Story It began on an ordinary afternoon, the kind that never hints at becoming a memory. She was sitting in a quiet café, It began on an ordinary afternoon, the kind that never hints at becoming a memory. She was sitting in a quiet café, lost in her notebook, and he walked in like a moment out of place. Their eyes met the way small miracles happen—without announcement, without plan. They started talking, first about coffee, then about everything else that mattered and didn’t. There was laughter, long silences that felt safe, and the strange comfort of being understood without trying. He told her about his love for rain; she confessed her fear of goodbyes. They promised not to complicate things. Of course, they did. Love crept in quietly. It lived in the late-night texts, in songs they shared, in the way he looked at her when she wasn’t watching. But life, as always, had other plans. He had to leave—another city, another job, another dream pulling him away. They sai...

A Light Like the Morning Star

"Love is like the morning star — a gentle, limitless light that soothes the soul, 

guides the lost, 

and brightens 

the darkness of 

the heart and mind."


Love is a gentle light, yet one in which the path is still visible.

For a dead heart and soul, it works like breath itself.


Love provides peace in every moment when one has lost their way.

It is that lamp which brightens every darkness of the mind,

And that shade which brings comfort in the harshest heat.


Love doesn't need to be tied to any single being.

And it's hard to distinguish between the real and the symbolic in love.

It means that this feeling doesn't have to be attached to just one person —

It is limitless and does not believe in restrictions.


Love either makes one eternal or becomes eternal itself.

It does not accept the boundaries of whether it ends or not.


Love shines in every condition, just like the morning star.

It has no limits of its own —

Its only role is to give peace.


Just as the morning star brightens the sky,

Love purifies the soul and beautifies the mortal being.

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