Forbidden love
We were a secret written
between the lines of a story
the world told us we could not finish.
A love that lived in whispers,
in stolen glances across crowded rooms,
in the quiet moments
where time forgot to judge us.
We knew the cost of wanting each other,
the weight of every “what if,”
the ache of every goodbye
that came before we were ready.
You were the storm I wasn’t supposed to chase,
the fire I was warned not to touch,
yet somehow your presence
felt like the only place I could breathe.
We built a universe in the shadows,
where your hand found mine
and our hearts spoke a language
no one else could understand.
But love does not always arrive
with permission.
Sometimes it knocks on locked doors,
wears the wrong name,
comes at the wrong time.
And maybe we were never meant
to have forever—
maybe we were only meant
to remind each other
that something so impossible
could still feel so real.
So I will carry you quietly,
not as a regret,
but as the beautiful ache
of a love that existed
even when the world said it shouldn’t.
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