Scattered Words , Shattered Souls Was my love a mistake

丂卄Iㄚ卂'丂卩ㄖᐯ

‎Love is supposed to be beautiful, isn’t it? It’s supposed to be gentle, safe—a place where hearts find a home. But sometimes, love feels like a storm, wrecking everything in its path. Sometimes, love feels like drowning, gasping for breath in an ocean of emotions that were never meant to hold you.

‎I wonder now—was it love that hurt me, or was it the person I gave my love to? Was I wrong for believing? For hoping? For staying? Or was my love never meant to survive the weight of its own intensity?

‎And if it wasn’t meant to last… does that make it a mistake?

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎I gave you my heart, unguarded and true, ‎Wrapped it in warmth and handed it to you. ‎But love, it seems, was never enough, ‎Your hands were cold, your touch too rough.

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎I poured myself into an empty space, ‎Hoping my love could fill its place. ‎But love should never feel like a war, ‎A battle fought behind a closed door.

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎And now I stand in the aftermath, ‎Tracing the echoes of our past. ‎Did I love too much, or not at all? ‎Was I the fool for letting myself fall?

𝗔 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱

‎I remember how I used to look at you, eyes filled with unshaken belief. I thought if I loved you hard enough, if I stayed long enough, if I proved myself worthy enough—you would finally see me. Finally choose me.

But love should never feel like begging. Love should never feel like waiting for someone to return what you so freely gave.

I think back to the small moments—the way your voice used to soften before it turned distant, the way your hands used to linger before they pulled away. I should have known, shouldn't I? That love, real love, doesn’t just fade.

And yet, even as I let go, the question lingers in my mind like a ghost I can’t shake—was it me? Was my love a mistake, or was loving you the real mistake?

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗲

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎Was it my fault for loving too deep, ‎For dreaming of promises no one could keep? ‎Or was it the world, cruel and unkind, ‎That let me love with a sightless mind? ‎

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

‎I search for answers in midnight air, ‎But silence whispers—love’s never fair. ‎And maybe the truth I cannot face, ‎Is that my love was never a mistake

𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊

For love is pure, love is bright, ‎Even when it fades into the night. ‎The only crime, the only wrong, ‎Was thinking you’d love me all along. ‎

Love, in its purest form, is never wrong. What is wrong is expecting love to grow where it was never meant to bloom. ‎

‎Maybe I loved the wrong person. Maybe I held on too long. Maybe I refused to see the truth even when it was staring me in the face.

.𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 ? 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻