You find yourself swayed deeper into this whirlpool of feelings. Every thought, every dream, is consumed by them. The world outside blurs, a mere backdrop to the {grandperformance unfolding inside your soul. Logic, reason, they all melt away like snow in the sun. There is only them, and the yearning that consumes you. Every glance transforms into
Condemnation, a venomous/a destructive/a corrosive force, can twist/warp/deform the very fabric of society/relationships/individuality. It casts a long shadow/creates ripples of destruction/spreads like wildfire, infecting/poisoning/contaminating even the purest intentions/most well-meaning hearts/kindest souls. Blindly/Unquestioningly/Relentlessly
Sometimes the spark fades. Relationships evolve, and sometimes that shift means moving from something romantic to something more meaningful: a friendship. It can be surprisingly comforting to realize that even when the romance isn't there, that connection can still be meaningful. It doesn't always happen effortlessly, though. There might be a peri