The fiercest souls are not those untouched by love, but those who have known it, lost it, and yet still choose to carry its weight. Strength is not in pride or distance, but in the quiet surrender of the heart, in the choice to hold on even when the hands are empty. To love is not to possess, nor to demand, but to accept—whether in presence or in absence. The truest connections are not measured by time, but by the way they carve themselves into the essence of who we become. And perhaps, the deepest form of love is not being remembered, but being unchanged by forgetting.
"He walks through life like a strategist in a game, seeing every move before it unfolds. His heart holds storms, yet his face remains unreadable—a silent battlefield of emotions and ego. He loves with memory, not just presence, for true affection is carved in time, not fleeting moments. He does not seek revenge with fire but with distance, letting absence speak louder than anger. In a world of illusions, he stands alone—knowing too much, trusting too little, yet feeling everything." ~ Aryaن_BaنGash 🍁