Some hearts mark time; yours etched it in stars

Some hearts beat in rhythm, steady and sure. Yours, however, carried the vastness of the universe. Love’s story wasn’t just a fleeting moment, but a saga written in the stars. Your feelings weren’t fleeting; they were eternal, etched in a cosmic script, heavy with meaning. There was a sense of fate in your pulse, a sweetness that lingered with weight.

Perhaps it was a karmic thread, woven through time. An unseen connection, a whisper from lives past. The echo of a lover’s gaze, calling out memories from long ago. Each glance, each word, a part of a story still unfolding. The path wasn’t always clear, tangled with confusion. Love, complex and elusive, sometimes seemed both a battle and a surrender.

Or maybe it was a recognition—a knowing that defied time. Souls meeting with a spark that felt ancient, yet fresh. A harmony that no years could erase, no distance could dim. There was a silent understanding between you, a powerful dream shared in the quiet spaces. It was a fated meeting, yet even destiny held its own shadow.

The stars whispered secrets into the night, their alignments speaking of a bond that ran deep, rooted in something greater than chance. There was a path meant for you both, lit by starlight, guiding the way. Yet, even the brightest constellations leave shadows. Even the clearest light cannot chase away all darkness.

And so love came—a cosmic force, undeniable, beautiful. It felt destined, as if it had been written in the heavens. But even the stars, brilliant as they are, can fracture. And destiny, though powerful, can still break a heart. Love’s bright beginning can hold a melancholic truth: the brightest lights often cast the deepest shadows.