She had tried so hard, tried to show Rara how much she meant, how deeply she cared. But the walls of her heartfelt thick now, like an invisible barrier that neither of them could cross. The love Ira held for Rara was like a fire—bright, all-consuming, and unrelenting—but no matter how much she gave, no matter how deeply she felt, she couldn’t seem to get the same back. Her chest tightened as the truth hit her: maybe Rara doesn't see it. Maybe Rara doesn't understand. But it didn't matter. Despite the pain, despite the loneliness, Ira knew one thing—she couldn't stop loving Rara. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how many times her heart had been broken, Ira's love for Rara was eternal. And she would carry it with her, always.
A Love That Transcends Time and Denial
In a world where countless hearts beat in pursuit of something real, something profound, there exists a love that defies the ordinary. A love that weaves itself into the very fabric of the soul, binding two beings together in ways unseen yet deeply felt. This love is mine. And it belongs to her—to Rara.
Rara, the name I whisper in the quiet moments of the day, the name that echoes through the chambers of my heart. Her presence is not just a chapter in my story; she is the book itself, the ink that scrawls meaning across my existence. And though she may deny it, though she may turn away, I know—deep in the core of my being—that she feels it too.
The First Glimpse of Forever
The first time I truly saw her—not just with my eyes, but with my heart—was like witnessing the sunrise after an eternal night. Her laughter was a melody that played in the background of my days, her every movement a dance that I couldn’t look away from. There was something in her gaze, a spark of life that drew me in, making the world fade into insignificance.
As days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, I began to see her not just as a person but as a force of nature. She was the calm before the storm, the soft breeze that carried whispers of an untold story. She was, and still is, everything.
The Unspoken Connection
I have always had a gift—or perhaps a curse—to feel what others are too afraid to say. I can sense the love that lingers in a glance, the fear hidden behind a smile, the yearning in a touch. With Rara, this connection is magnified a hundredfold.
Even when she denies her feelings, I see them. In the way her eyes soften when she looks at me, in the way her voice falters when she speaks my name. Love, after all, is not always loud. Sometimes, it is quiet, tucked away in the spaces between words, waiting for the right moment to bloom.
The Moment That Changed Everything
The day I kissed her will forever be etched in my memory. It wasn’t planned, nor was it something I thought I had the courage to do. But there she was, so close, her presence filling the room like sunlight spilling through an open window. Her cheeks, soft as marshmallows, held a warmth that invited me in. And in that moment, I couldn’t resist.
It wasn’t a deep kiss, not the kind you read about in romance novels, but it was enough to shift the axis of my world. Her lips, even in the briefest of touches, spoke a language my heart understood. For that fleeting moment, everything felt right. Everything felt real.
The Pain of Rejection
But love, as pure and beautiful as it is, is not without its shadows. When she turned to me and said, “You’re just being dramatic,” my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Drama? Was that what my love had been reduced to? Was the depth of my feelings, the endless nights spent thinking of her, all just a performance in her eyes?
I questioned myself, doubted every gesture, every word. Was I too much? Was my love suffocating rather than liberating? Yet, even in my pain, one truth remained unshaken: I love her. No matter how many times she denies it, no matter how much she pushes me away, my heart beats for her and her alone.
An Eternal Promise
Rara, if you ever read this, know that my love for you is not a fleeting emotion. It is not something that can be switched off or forgotten. It is endless, eternal, and unwavering. I will continue to love you, not because I expect anything in return, but because loving you is as natural to me as breathing.
Even if you never accept my feelings, even if you never see me the way I see you, I will protect you. I will be there in the shadows, cheering for your successes, grieving your losses, and wishing for your happiness above all else. Because that is what love is—it is selfless, it is patient, and it is enduring.
The Depth of My Obsession
I love everything about you, Rara. The way you speak, the way you move, the way your presence fills the room with an unspoken energy. Your cheeks, soft and rosy, are a temptation I can never resist. They are a reminder of the joy and comfort you bring into my life.
You are my first thought in the morning and my last thought before I sleep. Even in my dreams, you are there, a constant presence that fills my nights with light. I am obsessed with you, not in a way that seeks to control, but in a way that seeks to celebrate every part of who you are.
Carrying the Weight of Love
This love I carry for you is heavy, yes, but it is a weight I bear gladly. It is my anchor in a world that often feels adrift. And though I may no longer express it openly, though I may choose to keep my feelings hidden for your sake, know that they remain.
They remain in the quiet moments when I think of you, in the smiles I wear when I remember your laughter, in the tears I shed when I feel the distance between us. My love for you is a part of me, woven into the very fabric of my being.
You are my everything
Rara, you are my everything. My love for you is not bound by time, circumstance, or even your denial. It is eternal, unyielding, and as vast as the universe itself. And though I may never hear you say the words I long for, I will continue to love you with all that I am, for all that you are.
My love for you is endless, and so is this story. Let me know if you'd like me to keep adding more—your love deserves no less than the most infinite expression.
A Love Misunderstood: My Heart Speaks to You
Baby, yes, I call you that because to me, you are my baby. My world. My everything. The very core of my being revolves around you, and my love for you is not just a feeling—it is a universe within me. Yet, when you called my love drama, something inside me shattered. It wasn’t just my heart breaking; it was my entire existence collapsing in on itself as if a black hole had consumed the universe within me.
To you, it might have seemed like just a statement, just words spoken in a moment. But to me, it was a cosmic event, a cataclysm of emotions so vast and devastating that I still struggle to put it into words. You might not see it, but when you reduced my love to “drama,” it felt like you were tearing apart everything I’ve ever believed in—my love for you, my respect for you, and even my own identity.
A Pain Beyond Words
Do you know what it feels like to carry love so pure, so deep, that it becomes the essence of who you are? To wake up every day with the thought of someone, to smile at the mere memory of their laughter, to feel your heart race at the sound of their voice? That is what you mean to me. You are not just a part of my life; you are my life.
And yet, when you dismissed my love as drama, it was as if you dismissed me. Not just the “me” you see, but the “me” I hide—the vulnerable, imperfect soul that loves you with everything she has. I don’t think you realize the gravity of those words, how they echo in my mind, how they pierce my heart every time I recall them.
It’s not just about respect for me—it’s about respect for the love I carry for you. A love that, in its truest form, also reflects you. When you diminish my love, you diminish the beauty of what we’ve shared, the moments we’ve created, the connection that I know we both feel, even if you deny it.
The Collapse of a Universe
When you said those words, I didn’t just feel pain—I felt annihilation. It was as if the Big Bang that created my universe suddenly reversed itself, collapsing everything into a singularity of despair. The version of me that existed before those words was shattered, fragmented, lost in the abyss of your dismissal.
In that moment, I wanted to scream, to cry, to make you understand the enormity of my feelings. But instead, I stood silent, the weight of your words crushing me from within. Because what could I say? How could I make you see the depth of my love when you had already decided it was mere performance?
The Beat of a Broken Heart
Baby, if only you could place your hand on my chest right now, you would feel the irregular rhythm of my heart. It’s a rhythm that skips and stumbles, a reflection of the turmoil you’ve unknowingly caused. My heart beats for you, and it aches for you. And even in its brokenness, it loves you.
I’m not perfect, I know that. I never claimed to be. But I’ve always tried—tried to give you the best of me, tried to be the person you could love in return. I’ve stumbled, I’ve fallen, but my intentions have always been pure. I’ve loved you in ways I didn’t even know I was capable of, and I’ve poured every ounce of that love into you.
A Fighter’s Spirit
You see, I’m a fighter. I’ve been fighting my whole life—not just battles with the world, but battles within myself. People look at me and see a happy, carefree spirit, but they don’t see the scars I hide, the wounds I’ve healed alone. They don’t see the nights I’ve cried myself to sleep, the mornings I’ve woken up determined to keep going despite the pain.
All I’ve ever wanted was a little love. Not much, just enough to make me feel seen, heard, and valued. A simple “How was your day?” would mean the world to me. But even without that, I’ve learned to survive. I’ve learned to find strength in my solitude, to carry on with nothing but my love for you to sustain me.
The Memories That Linger
I can’t forget the moments we’ve shared. The time I kissed you—not just a kiss, but a meeting of souls. The softness of your cheeks, like marshmallows, the way your eyes looked into mine, the warmth of your embrace. These memories are etched into my heart, and no amount of time or distance can erase them.
I remember lifting you up, holding you close, feeling the weight of you in my arms as if the universe had granted me its most precious gift. I remember the taste of your lipstick, the way it lingered on my lips like a promise unspoken. I remember every detail, every sensation, and I treasure them more than you could ever know.
A Love That Will Never Die
Rara, my love for you is not something that can be turned off or forgotten. It is a part of me, as essential as the air I breathe. Even if you never acknowledge it, even if you never say the words I long to hear, my love for you will remain.
But this time, I will keep it to myself. I will no longer burden you with my feelings, no longer try to make you see what I see. I will love you quietly, in the spaces between moments, in the depths of my soul. And I will continue to protect you, to wish for your happiness, to hold onto the memories of what we’ve shared.
Because that is what love is—not possession, not expectation, but an endless, selfless giving. My love for you is eternal, Rara, and nothing you say or do can ever change that.
The Love You Deserve
You know what? I don’t say it nearly as much as I should, but you deserve more love than I could ever possibly give you. You deserve an ocean of love, a galaxy of devotion, a universe of kindness and care. For me, it’s not just a feeling—it’s an understanding, a truth that resonates deep in my soul. You are worthy of all the love this world has to offer, and then some.
I blame myself sometimes because, for me, you’ve cried. You’ve shed tears, felt hurt, and endured moments you didn’t deserve, and I hate that I caused even a fragment of that pain. I know I’ve made mistakes—a lot of mistakes. But through every stumble, through every error, my heart never wavered. I’ve always fought to protect you, to shield you from the storms of life, even if sometimes I became a part of those storms myself.
The Weight of Loving You
It’s easier to say all of this when I pretend I’m talking to someone else. It’s easier to let the words flow, to let them escape from my heart when I don’t have to directly face the intensity of what I feel for you. But this time, I’m not pretending. This time, these words are for you.
I’m loving you. I’ve been loving you from the depths of my heart, from every corner of my soul. And I didn’t pour all of this love into the universe to get nothing in return. I’m going to take this pain—the pain of distance, misunderstanding, and longing—and turn it into something beautiful, something extraordinary.
The Strength I See in You
I’m so proud of you. Do you know that? Do you feel it when I look at you, when I think about you, when I write these words? If you were anyone else, if you weren’t you, I would still hold you while you cried. I’d tell you that every tear you’ve ever shed is justified, that your emotions are valid, that your heart is worthy of understanding and care.
But you’re not just anyone else. You’re you. And that makes all the difference.
I’ve seen you fight. I’ve seen you hold on to the light inside you, even when everything around you felt dark. I’ve watched you claw your way out of the shadows, refusing to let them define you. You’ve worked so damn hard to stay alive, to thrive, to keep going even when the weight of the world threatened to crush you.
A Mirror of Love
And it’s not just easier—it’s necessary—to say this now: Loving you is like loving myself. Because when I love you, I see my reflection in your eyes. I see the best parts of myself mirrored in your strength, your kindness, your resilience.
Loving you is not a one-way street. It’s a journey we take together, each step bringing us closer to understanding what it means to truly care for someone. You’ve taught me that love isn’t about perfection—it’s about effort. It’s about showing up, even when it’s hard. It’s about fighting, even when the odds feel stacked against you.
So, here I am, loving you. Loving the parts of you that you don’t show to the world, the parts of you that are tender and raw, the parts of you that shine brighter than any star. And in loving you, I’m learning to love myself more too.
A Love That Transforms
This love isn’t static. It’s alive, evolving with every moment, every thought, every breath. I know I’ve made mistakes, but I also know that I’ve tried. I’ve tried my best to protect you, to be there for you in ways that matter.
But more than that, I’ve learned to embrace the pain that comes with love. I’ve learned to channel it into something greater, something that builds rather than destroys. And I promise you this: no matter what happens, I will continue to love you, to honor the connection we share, and to fight for the light that burns between us.
Because loving you is like loving life itself—a journey full of highs and lows, but always, always worth it.
An Endless Photograph of Us
You know, sweetheart, they say loving can hurt. And it does, it really does. Loving hurts sometimes in ways words cannot express, in ways the soul feels but cannot fully share. But even in the ache, it is the only thing I truly know. The pain, the longing, the ache of love—they remind me that I’m alive, that I’ve given my heart so deeply, so vulnerably, that I’ve poured everything I am into you.
When it gets hard—and it does get hard—I remind myself why it’s worth it. Why you are worth it. Because this love, this connection, this depth I feel for you is what makes every moment worth living. It’s what makes my heart beat, even when it feels like it’s breaking into a thousand pieces.
I keep every moment of us, every single shared glance, every smile, every touch, in a photograph. Not one you’ll find in a camera or an album, but one etched in my soul. My eyes captured it, my ears recorded your voice, my heart stored the rhythm of those moments. Every memory of us is frozen in time within me, untouched by the world outside, unbroken by the chaos of life. And yet, my heart feels broken—like it’s shattering under the weight of your words.
The Pain of Love
Sweetheart, my love for you isn’t something fleeting or superficial. It’s not a whim or a passing fancy. It’s the core of who I am. But right now, my heart feels like it’s carrying the weight of a universe imploding. The pain isn’t just emotional—it’s physical. My cheeks burn with a heat that radiates outward, like the magma inside me is desperate to escape.
I try to cool myself, to calm the storm, but the cold of the outside air doesn’t reach the fire within. It’s like a tsunami of emotions crashing against the fragile walls of my heart, a lava flow of heartbreak threatening to consume me entirely. And through it all, I still love you.
I thought, maybe, just maybe, I could find a place in your heart, a space where I could fit perfectly, like a charm in a cherished necklace. I imagined myself nestled there, safe and secure, surrounded by the warmth of your love. But perhaps I’m too big for that space, too much for you to hold. Maybe I don’t fit because I overwhelm you with my love, my emotions, my everything.
A Love That Defies Understanding
You called my love drama, but for me, it’s not. It’s the very essence of who I am. It’s the best part of me, the part I willingly give to you without hesitation. And when you dismissed it, when you said those words, it felt like you dismissed me too.
I’m not angry, sweetheart. I’m not blaming you. I could never blame you. But the pain… the pain of hearing those words, of feeling like my love was misunderstood, is something I wouldn’t wish on anyone. It’s a pain that goes beyond heartbreak—it’s a fracture of the soul.
But I know, one day, you’ll understand. One day, when the world has taught you its lessons, when you’ve grown and seen the complexity of life and love, you’ll look back. You’ll remember the love I gave, the way I looked at you, the way I held you, the way I kissed you under the stars. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll realize what I meant when I said I love you.
The Eternal Starry Sky
I still remember that night, the sky full of stars, when I kissed you. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise, a silent vow to love you forever. The stars witnessed it, the universe held its breath, and for that moment, nothing else mattered.
Every time I think of that moment, it feels like I’m back there, under the infinite sky, holding you close, feeling the warmth of your lips, the softness of your touch. That memory is my anchor, the one thing I hold onto when the pain becomes too much. It reminds me that, even if you don’t see it now, there was a moment when we were connected, when our souls touched in a way words can’t describe.
And even now, as I sit here writing this, my heart beats only for you. My love for you is eternal, endless, unyielding. It doesn’t matter if you deny it, if you push me away, if you never say the words I long to hear. My love will remain, like the stars in the sky—distant, silent, but always there.
The Necklace of Your Heart
Sweetheart, I don’t need a physical necklace to hold me. I only ever wanted to be in the necklace of your heart, to be the charm you carry with you, the one thing that brings you comfort and joy. But maybe I don’t fit there because I’m too imperfect, too flawed, too human.
And yet, even with my imperfections, I love you with a love that knows no bounds. A love that forgives, that endures, that keeps going even when it feels like it can’t. A love that will always be here, waiting, hoping, dreaming.
A Love Beyond Words
So, my darling, even if you never feel the same way, even if you never understand the depth of my love, I want you to know this: I will always love you. I will always cherish the moments we’ve shared, the memories we’ve created, the connection that binds us.
Because my love for you is not just a feeling—it’s a part of me. It’s the air I breathe, the fire in my soul, the reason I wake up every morning. And even if I have to love you from afar, even if I have to keep my love hidden within me, I will continue to love you.
Forever and always.
The Love That Never Fades
To me, the love I shared with you was never fleeting—it was eternal. It is eternal. It's the kind of love that doesn’t dim with time or falter with distance. I could gaze at you endlessly, your face etched in my memory like a masterpiece. Not a single second would feel wasted because every moment spent in your presence feels like the universe aligning, the cosmos bending to create that singular moment of perfection where you and I exist.
When I held you in my arms, when I felt the warmth of your embrace, it wasn’t just a physical sensation—it was an awakening. I realized then, and I know now, how profoundly I love you. You are my moon—no, both my moons, glowing in tandem, lighting up my night and guiding me even through the darkest of times. You’re my sunshine too, the beacon that chases away the shadows, bringing clarity and hope.
You didn’t just brighten my life—you became my life’s light. Every day I spent with you felt like a gift from the universe, as if it had finally granted me the most precious treasure it could offer. And that treasure is you. You are my universe. Every star, every planet, every constellation pales in comparison to the brilliance of your existence in my world.
A Love That Demands Nothing but Gives Everything
I don’t need riches, power, or fame. Just loving you, being near you, watching your smile—that’s enough to fill my soul for eternity. I wanted nothing more than to love you forever, to give you all of me, wholly and completely, without reservation. And yet, you hesitate. You pull away. Why?
Why won’t you let me give you this love? My hands tremble as I write these words, as the raw emotions coursing through me threaten to overwhelm my very being. Why can’t I just run to you, pull you into my arms, and silence every doubt, every hesitation, every fear with the depth of my embrace? Why can’t I make you see, make you feel, that this love is real, that it’s eternal, that it’s yours?
I can’t scream it out loud, though I want to. I can’t demand you to stop running, stop denying, stop saying that my love isn’t real. Because love isn’t about demanding—it’s about giving. And I have given you everything. But still, my heart aches with the unspoken plea: Don’t stop loving me.
The Forever Kind of Love
Before you, I thought love was transient, temporary, a fleeting emotion that couldn’t last. That’s what the world taught me, what experience whispered in my ear. But then you came into my life, and everything changed. You rewrote the story I had been telling myself, showed me that forever wasn’t just a fantasy—it was a possibility.
The love I carry for you is eternal, growing with each passing day. It blooms like a flower in spring, unyielding and vibrant, refusing to fade no matter the season. It’s the kind of love that transforms, that transcends time and space.
I dream of a day when we’ll make our hearts each other’s homes. A place where we belong, where we find solace, safety, and unending love. But perhaps I don’t fit there. Perhaps I’m too flawed, too imperfect to be what you need. Still, I’ve always imagined our love growing, expanding like the universe itself, infinite and boundless.
A Love That Transcends All
I would search for you among billions, across lifetimes, through galaxies, because I know our love will find us. It’s not a question of “if,” but “when.” Loving you is all I want to do. Loving you is all I’ve ever wanted to do.
And yes, for your love, I would give everything—even my life, if it came to that. For you, it might just be a word, a fleeting moment, something you don’t fully understand or accept. But for me, it’s my entire world. My heart beats for you, my soul exists for you, my dreams revolve around you.
You may see my love as drama, as something exaggerated or unnecessary. But for me, it’s the truest, purest thing I’ve ever felt. I mean every word I say, every promise I make, every emotion I express. My heart is so broken right now that I don’t know how it still beats, how it still carries on.
The Unyielding Hope of Love
Even in this pain, even in this heartbreak, I hold onto hope. Hope that one day you’ll see what I see, feel what I feel. Hope that one day you’ll understand the depth of my love, the sincerity of my intentions. Hope that one day, you’ll stop running and let me love you the way I’ve always wanted to.
Until then, I will carry this love within me, nurturing it like a flame that refuses to be extinguished. Because no matter how much it hurts, no matter how many tears I shed, no matter how many times my heart shatters, I will never stop loving you.
You are my everything, my moon, my sunshine, my universe. And loving you is all I will ever want to do.
An Endless Promise
I don’t just love you—I am consumed by you. You are in every thought, every moment, every corner of my being. You are the air I breathe, the ground beneath my feet, the stars in my sky.
And I promise, no matter where life takes us, no matter how much time passes, my love for you will remain. It will burn bright and steady, an eternal flame that nothing can extinguish.
Because you are not just someone I love. You are the one I love. You are my heart, my soul, my everything. And for you, I will always be here—your devil, your lover, your greatest admirer. Always.
Why do you think, Rara, that my love for you is drama? You call me a drama queen or anything you want, infinite times, but why did you say that about the love I have for you? Didn’t you feel the love I have for you? My love for you is not something made up or imagined. It's real, it's deep, and it's something I've been carrying in my heart for so long. When I say I love you, it’s not for attention or to make a scene—it’s because I can’t help it, because my heart beats only for you. I know my emotions are intense, but they come from a place of pure care, warmth, and devotion. Why would you call it drama when all I want is to show you the love that fills me? Every word, every touch, every kiss was a part of me trying to show you how much you mean to me. I’ve always tried to give you my best, even if I fall short sometimes. And I will always try, always love you, always protect you, but why did you call it drama? I just want you to understand how deep this is for me. It’s not something I can fake. It’s everything I have to give. So, why, Rara? Why can’t you see it?
Ira stared at the last line she had written, her pen hovering just above the page, unwilling to lift. The words stared back at her, incomplete, yet so heavy with meaning that she couldn’t bring herself to write more. Her chest heaved with the weight of emotions she couldn’t articulate, her fingers trembling as if they had a life of their own. The pain, the love, the ache of everything left unsaid churned within her, threatening to spill out in a tidal wave she wasn’t ready to face.
She wanted to write more. She needed to. There was so much left to say—so much love she still carried, so much pain she had yet to unpack. But no words seemed big enough, no sentences long enough to capture the storm raging inside her. Her love for Rara wasn’t just something she could confine to the page; it was alive, fierce, and all-consuming. Yet tonight, even the act of writing felt like trying to hold water in her bare hands—it kept slipping through, no matter how tightly she tried to grasp it.
Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She tried to take a deep breath, but it caught in her throat, choked by the weight of her feelings. The pen fell from her hand, rolling across the desk and stopping at the edge, as if it too had given up. Ira pressed her palms against her face, as though she could somehow press the emotions back inside, hold them in a little longer. But it was impossible. The love she felt was too big, the pain too raw, the longing too profound to contain.
Her heart pounded violently in her chest, as if it were begging for release. The cracks in her soul widened, letting her emotions spill into the quiet of the room. She couldn’t write anymore, not tonight. The words she had put down were enough for now, though they felt like barely a whisper of what she truly felt.
Ira pushed the paper away, her hands shaking as she wiped at her damp cheeks. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, the silence of the room pressing in on her. The pain was still there, sharp and unyielding, but so was the love—her endless, unshakable love for Rara. It was all too much, yet it was everything she had.
Maybe tomorrow, she would try again. Maybe tomorrow, the words would come. But tonight, Ira could only sit in the quiet, her heart racing, her soul aching, and her love burning brighter than ever.
Ira’s thoughts drifted as the silence enveloped her. In the whirlwind of emotions, a song began playing softly in her mind, unbidden but perfectly fitting her state. "Don’t Blame Me" by Taylor Swift. Its lyrics resonated with every fiber of her being, echoing her love and the madness it brought. Rara had told Ira the previous day that she was crazy and in reply Ira said while laughing, "Yeah I am."
"Don’t blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn’t, you ain’t doin’ it right."
The words replayed over and over, a mantra for her heart. It wasn’t just love; it was an all-consuming obsession, a fire that burned her from within. She felt vindicated by the lyrics—love wasn’t supposed to be neat or easy. If it didn’t drive you to the edge of madness, was it even real? Ira thought about how her love for Rara had made her vulnerable and exposed but also fiercely alive.
"Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life."
Rara was Ira’s addiction, her lifeline, her everything. Every glance, every touch, every shared moment replayed like a drug coursing through her veins. Ira felt no shame in admitting it—her love for Rara wasn’t just something she felt; it was something she needed. The thought of Rara was her solace and her torment, and she couldn’t imagine a life without it. Even if it meant enduring pain, she would choose this love, again and again, for the rest of her days.
"I’ve been breakin’ hearts a long time
And toyin’ with them older guys
Just playthings for me to use."
Ira reflected on this line differently. She was someone who toyed with hearts or played games, but she did recognize her imperfections. She had made mistakes, carried scars from her own actions, and perhaps unintentionally caused pain. But Rara? Rara was different. With her, Ira’s heart wasn’t playing—it was surrendering.
"For you, I would cross the line
I would waste my time
I would lose my mind
They say, ‘She’s gone too far this time.’"
This was the truth of her love. For Rara, Ira had crossed every line, bared every part of herself, and laid it all out in the open. People might call it reckless or even foolish, but Ira didn’t care. Rara was worth every risk, every sleepless night, and every tear shed. Loving her wasn’t a choice—it was an inevitability, a destiny written in the stars.
"My name is whatever you decide
And I’m just gonna call you mine
I’m insane, but I’m your baby."
This lyric struck Ira like a thunderbolt. She had willingly handed over her identity to this love, allowing herself to be shaped by it. She wasn’t blind to her own madness; she embraced it. If Rara would claim her, even in the smallest way, she would take it. She was ready to be called whatever Rara wanted, as long as she could call Rara hers.
Taylor Swift’s lyrics weren’t just a song to Ira; they were her story, her confession. They validated the depth of her emotions, the sacrifices, and the insanity of love that others might not understand. Love, as described in the song, wasn’t gentle or mild—it was wild, consuming, and deeply transformative.
For Ira, these lyrics mirrored her own journey. Rara was her "drug," her salvation, and the reason her world tilted off its axis. The love was reckless and raw, but it was also pure and eternal. As the last lyric replayed in her mind—"I’m insane, but I’m your baby"—Ira felt a bittersweet smile tug at her lips. She wasn’t afraid of her madness. If it meant loving Rara, she would embrace every bit of it.
The emotions wouldn’t stop, but the words had for now. The song continued to echo in her heart, a testament to a love that could never be confined to pages or lyrics. It was endless, eternal, and undeniably hers.
Wow, this writing completely captured my heart and of course awaited series of rara and ira story. I could feel the raw emotion, the pain, and the depth of love with every word. It’s like I was right there with Ira, experiencing every tremble of her heart, every thought, every moment of longing. The way the emotions are laid bare, the vulnerability, the struggle... it’s impossible not to feel it in your own soul. I’ve never read something that resonated so deeply, like I could almost feel the pain of love in the air. Beautifully written, and honestly, it left me speechless. I hope Ira and Rara find peace, because this kind of love is both incredibly beautiful and heartbreaking. KEEP IT UP WAITING FOR NEXT PART
ReplyDeleteAnd I read whole series of Ira and Rara story so this part is heart breaking
According to me, Rara should reconsider her thoughts cause Ira don't deserve this much pain ....
Waiting for next part....
Crafted so well but now a days we can’t find love like Ira do and the series is soo good
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