wtorek, 9 czerwca 2026

Don't ask me to accept finitude,after in your arms I tasted the sweetness of eternity. How can I tell my heart that everything has ended, if by your side time ceased to exist and love seemed to be born forever? Because love, when it's true doesn't go away—it stays, in silent marks that the soul carries, sweet scars that time doesn't erase, memories that still whisper your name within me.🤍 — Srtawrobel

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