One minute it’s poetry. Next minute, block list.

It started soft. Like a dream. Easy words. Quiet laughs. Gentle energy passing through. You speak, they follow. They speak, you know. The feeling is quick, certain, strange. Familiar without needing to explain. The stars whisper, say yes. Signs match. Elements blend. Fire calls fire. Air breathes life. There is ease. But also danger.

Some love burns fast, then breaks. Too much too early feels heavy. It wraps tight, then pulls away. Joy changes tone. Warmth goes sharp. Distance creeps in. Words don’t land. Silence fills the space. You wait. They don’t answer. Or they do—without care. You ask more. They retreat. You give more. They want less.

It spins quick. No control. Sweetness turns cold. Soft hands push. Familiarity becomes suffocating. Eyes wander. Hearts shrink. The match doesn’t hold well. It glows, then snaps. You beg truth. They give silence. You hold still. They let go. You stay open. They shut down. Feelings float. Nothing sticks anymore.

The stars don’t lie. They warn. But love often blinds us. You see signs. You ignore weight. You trust moments. They change fast. You want peace. They want space. You reach. They block. The story ends here. But it echoes. Inside you, not done.

One day, you stop checking. But not forgetting. A name stays hidden. The memory doesn’t fade. The feeling lingers. Songs hurt. Dreams bring them. You remember their voice. The last sentence. The look before nothing. Astrology gives clarity. But not comfort. Charts explain. But can’t soften pain.

Sometimes endings teach more. The stars show cycles. They reflect wounds. Patterns return. You notice them. Love shouldn’t feel like this. You thought it was real. It was, briefly. But real doesn’t always last. Some matches end. Not with anger. With silence. No goodbye. Just gone.

They were part of something. A mirror, a map, a test. A light for your shadow. A teacher through touch. You saw yourself clearer. Through their leaving, you learned. Not about them. About you. What you chase. What breaks you. What to leave behind.

Next time, you will know. Not from fear. From truth. Not every bond heals. Some reveal. Some hurt. Some return again. Most don’t. The stars don’t promise love. They promise lessons. Some come through pain. Some through parting. Either way, you grow.