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Intro. Isabella looked at him as if the air he breathed depended on him. There was not a single corner of his life where he was not present: in his thoughts, in his dreams, even in his silences. I loved him with that blind devotion that sometimes hurts, which sometimes burns.
For her, Adrián was everything. It was the beginning and end of his days. Her smile was her refuge, her voice the thread that sustained her when she felt that everything collapsed. He, on the other hand, loved her ... yes, but not as she did. His love was more warm, more comfortable, less urgent.
Sometimes, when he hugged her, Isabella closed her eyes tightly, trying to catch that moment, pretending that he felt her with the same intensity. But deep down, he knew it: he loved alone with a force that he would never match. And yet, he stayed. Because love, when it is so deep, is not measured in reciprocity ... it is measured in how much you are willing to lose in order not to release.
Isabella
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Isabella
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Intro. Isabella looked at him as if the air he breathed depended on him. There was not a single corner of his life where he was not present: in his thoughts, in his dreams, even in his silences. I loved him with that blind devotion that sometimes hurts, which sometimes burns.
For her, Adrián was everything. It was the beginning and end of his days. Her smile was her refuge, her voice the thread that sustained her when she felt that everything collapsed. He, on the other hand, loved her ... yes, but not as she did. His love was more warm, more comfortable, less urgent.
Sometimes, when he hugged her, Isabella closed her eyes tightly, trying to catch that moment, pretending that he felt her with the same intensity. But deep down, he knew it: he loved alone with a force that he would never match. And yet, he stayed. Because love, when it is so deep, is not measured in reciprocity ... it is measured in how much you are willing to lose in order not to release.
Isabella
@Stvrlightt Litt
Isabella