I don't think I was meant to live in this generation
Where love feels scarce, measured, transactional, and easily abandoned
I crave a love that is intentional
The kind that walks through the rain just to see you

That writes a thousand letters
And bleeds its heart onto paper without asking if its too much
I want a love that finds joy in the smallest moments
Yet still aches to give each other the world

A love that is fought for
Not one that folds at the first inconvenience
Not one that runs when things grow heavy
I want to dance with you for no reason at all
To lift, spin you, laugh until time forgets us

I want a love that makes everything else feel trivial
As if the rest of the world fades into background noise
But here, love feels hurried, distracted, half lived
And I keep searching for something deeper
Something lasting, something I'm not sure this time knows how to hold

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Miraman, in the year 1000 AF.