What is wrong with life
that the person you love
can’t be your best friend too?
That the laughter shared in moonlit hours
fades beneath the weight of silence,
that words once easy now stumble,
tripping over unsaid things.

What is love if not a refuge,
a place where hearts unfold like petals,
where no fear lingers in the spaces
between honesty and hope?
Yet here we stand—
so close, yet walled...