You felt magic. They just felt timing

One heart sparked with a destined flame, while the other lingered, caught in a pause. One rushed forward, feeling fate’s claim, while the other hesitated, unsure of cause. Their rhythms never matched, out of phase, their connection a fleeting haze.

The stars above seemed misaligned. Venus’s love met Saturn’s cold. One soul gave, gentle and kind, while the other stood, watching it unfold. A truth too painful, too bitter to hold.

Timing, that silent thief, played its part. One was ready, heart open wide, while the other wandered, lost in art. The shared horizon felt far, divided by tides. A gap that only time could hide.

Emotions flowed like an uneven stream. One heart poured deep, the other stood still. A yearning soul that couldn’t dream, and one who gave, with all their will. Yet love could only exist in the thrill of one-sided hopes, lost at will.

A silent language filled the space, unspoken words that hearts could feel. One longed for depth, the other face, a love that could never quite heal. One heart tender, the other surreal.

Beauty met a passing glance, magic brushed the air for a breath. One clung to hope, caught in trance, while the other felt no depth. A dance of sadness, fleeting yet deft.

In the end, they drifted apart. One lost in the magic, the other in doubt. A cosmic lesson torn apart, love’s call, but no way to work it out. The dance was done, silence stood stout.