In the Web of Stagnation

You know, friend, if you truly love someone—then you can never have them completely, you must love them from a distance. I've heard this said.
(Though I believe love doesn't require the condition of being close).
Perhaps that's why I cannot have you.

There's no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love
There's nowhere - unless you're there
All the time - all the way

Can feelings ever be explained? No—whether through the perfect weaving of words or shouting "I love you" at the top of one's lungs—the depth of love can never be truly expressed.

Have you ever had the fortune of embracing someone—who loved you selflessly?
I don't mean your beloved, I mean the one—who silently, selflessly, loved you with everything they had.
Even when you held them close, that restlessness in their heart for you—did you truly understand it?

When I close my eyes, I still want to hold them.
Perhaps I couldn't speak of those tears hidden behind the silence...
You're such a perceptive person, your insight runs so deep... are you still just following your intuition?
Well, it's possible—they always wanted to let you win.

I never let them go.
In my spirituality, there was a strange fascination with them.

Why couldn't you ignore their love? Is this what's called 'maya'?
Your heart and soul still want to remain for them, don't they?

At this moment, I don't believe anyone could love me more than they did.
Your feelings are intense, yet you're not one to remain trapped in love's circle.
You who sought peace—it was there throughout their entire being, remember?

No, I had found peace.
That day I couldn't even recognize myself.
I could have ended it all if I wanted, but I didn't.
Their mysterious eyes still draw me. It feels like they wanted to tell me something that day.

You've explored every path to get them back.
Be well.

They never asked anything of me.
Perhaps they wanted my soul—deeply.
I've come to know that in their sighs, my pulse mingles to create a new feeling—unexpressed, yet real.
Did they ever know the depth of this feeling?

I think they knew everything.
I had merged so completely into their existence that their world of love overflowed with the purest affection.
In those moments of touching them—did your feelings ever grow numb?

Terribly so.
They themselves were a detached soul, caught in 'the enchantment of inertia.'