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The Beautiful Paradox of Unspoken Desire
Written by Miguel Santiago
In the sphere of human emotion, behind the fortress of concrete reality, blooms the ephemeral flower of limerence. A feeling unparalleled, a desire undefined. Limerence isn’t merely an emotion; it is a symphony of heartbeats, a ballet of butterflies in a tumultuous tummy, a silent whisper echoing amid the din of ordinary existence.
Limerence lingers, hidden in the corners of an innocent smile, in the serenity of sapphire eyes that hold galaxies within them. It is not the grand declaration of love, but the quite unconscious sigh nuzzled in the longing. It’s the quiet yearning for someone who may or may not know the magnitude of feelings they harbour within another’s soul.
This inexpressible sentiment dances gently between the beats and amid our lives like a ghost, touching but never quite tangible. It thrives in the fertile plains between affection and obsession, painting the world in colourings of daydreams and anticipation.
Woven into the tapestry of our existence, limerence is a beautiful paradox. It binds us yet sets us free. It burdens and lightens, weaving its mythology in the labyrinth of the mind. For those who experience it, limerence is their anthem of yearning, a lullaby of love that gently lulls the heart into turbulent tranquillity.
Within this universe of limerence, we often find ourselves lost, yet within losing, we discover who we genuinely are. And in the beautiful complexity of its existence, we witness the extraordinary capacity of the human spirit to love, to long, and to dream endlessly.
