The Yearning for True Love: A Dream Beyond Reality

If I were to die today, there would be nothing I’d regret—except for one thing: I’ve never experienced love. Not the kind of love this world offers, for those are often shallow, tainted by lust, and insincere. They’re like half-baked lies, drizzled with sweet and salty caramel, tempting but empty.

What I yearn for is different. I want the kind of love that makes me fall helplessly, the kind that exists only in fairytales. A love where fear has no place, where giving is natural, and holding back is unimaginable. Love is about giving your all without hesitation. I want the kind that makes your heart race so wildly it feels like a heart attack. That overwhelming feeling of euphoria and joy, where seeing him fills me with excitement, happiness, and anticipation—not fear or anxiety.

I want to be treated like a prize, to feel that I am worth every hour, every minute, and every second of his time—and to make him feel the same. I want a love where I feel safe, where being in his arms makes me smile so sweetly that even if the world were ending, I’d still feel at peace.

I crave a love that leaves me breathless and teary-eyed, not from pain but from an overwhelming lack of air caused by sheer joy. I want to be his devotion, something he needs daily, as if I’m the only one that exists in his world. Someone unafraid to dive into the darkness that surrounds me, who turns that darkness into a blinding light.

I long for a love so profound it affects my entire being, tearing down everything I thought I knew. A love that feels like a spell—one I’d never want to break. It would make me dizzy with happiness, a love so true, aggressive yet tender, draining yet fulfilling. Innocent and pure yet passionate and consuming.

I want a love that makes me smile foolishly even in the middle of chaos. A love that feels like dancing in the rain—refreshing, liberating, and unshackling. It would make me feel invincible, like I could save the world, like a hero.

Still, even if this kind of love ends in tears, I would dive in headfirst. Because it would be worth it—worth the smiles, the laughs, the tears, the passion, the yearning, and the joy. It would be worth everything.

This is the kind of love I’d be willing to die for and live for at the same time. But such love, I fear, exists only in fairytales. In those stories, fear doesn’t exist, and caution is a stranger. Reality, however, is different. In reality, everyone is too afraid, too cautious, too smart to embrace the magic of love fully.

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