Very beautiful, Cibelle! Love never really dies. To love anyone is to love ourselves, as we are all One. And conversely, to hurt one is to hurt ourselves.
thank you for this! wow to hurt one is to hurt ourselves. this strikes me deeply! it brings up some memories when ive witnessed this! I share 33 special observations tomorrow morning, keep your eyes peeled.
This was so beautifully written and you have really captured what I have felt about that experience.
I feel our lives are like a tapestry and some souls may only pass through a short stretch of our fabric like raw silken threads but we are more beautiful for it.
You know, how many times I've thought about this... That even if a person breaks up with someone, love remains. It transforms into something else, but it stays there somewhere - in memories, in nostalgia. But it never disappears.
im so honored my words hold you in this way. it doesnt ever leave, and if we can take time in our days to reflect on loves that were once close, feel them again in our bones, or even take moments to be grateful for the positive and rare occasions in a heartbreak or love that caused us pain, it can feel like an exhale.
Oh I feel this. My children aren't 'gone' but they are gone. Once they filled my days but now its a phone conversation now and then, the odd visit. I am no longer central. I am on the sidelines watching
im a new mom and its all I think about.. the future. the moment I reflect on time in this way. and so I continue to show up and surprise my parents, stay in touch more often, see them and share moments with them more often. I know they feel like too. and it breaks my heart. and so I am mindful and I am tightening our bond once again.
love will always remain. and if we have moments in our days when we can reflect on what is gone (not lost, but not near any longer) and appreciate its arrival in our life for however brief, I think we can experience a % more of love in our hearts.
Cibelle, this is so quietly breathtaking~ it feels like reading the echo of something half-remembered yet completely true. You put words to that tender ache of connection that refuses to fade — the way love lingers not as pain, but as proof of having truly met someone.
I love how you describe those recognitions, not introductions — that line stopped me. It’s such a gentle way of saying *some souls just know us already.* And the ending... that love becomes a quieter kind of sacred — that stayed with me.
I had to reread that last paragraph — it’s one of those truths that finds you exactly where you are. This piece feels like a hand resting on the heart — soft, steady, and full of grace~
Very beautiful, Cibelle! Love never really dies. To love anyone is to love ourselves, as we are all One. And conversely, to hurt one is to hurt ourselves.
Thank you for sharing this. :)
thank you for this! wow to hurt one is to hurt ourselves. this strikes me deeply! it brings up some memories when ive witnessed this! I share 33 special observations tomorrow morning, keep your eyes peeled.
I absolutely will my dear. 🙂💖🦋
Beautifully written ❤️
Sometimes love doesn't stay by our side, but its root grows deep within us that it eventually lasts a long time in our feelings and memories.
and those roots continue to deepen. we build life on top of the remains, so to speak, but they are always solidifying our foundation in this life :)
So hauntingly beautiful and relatable...
This was so beautifully written and you have really captured what I have felt about that experience.
I feel our lives are like a tapestry and some souls may only pass through a short stretch of our fabric like raw silken threads but we are more beautiful for it.
as a taurus reflector, thank you! like raw silken threads. WOW
You know, how many times I've thought about this... That even if a person breaks up with someone, love remains. It transforms into something else, but it stays there somewhere - in memories, in nostalgia. But it never disappears.
im so honored my words hold you in this way. it doesnt ever leave, and if we can take time in our days to reflect on loves that were once close, feel them again in our bones, or even take moments to be grateful for the positive and rare occasions in a heartbreak or love that caused us pain, it can feel like an exhale.
Oh I feel this. My children aren't 'gone' but they are gone. Once they filled my days but now its a phone conversation now and then, the odd visit. I am no longer central. I am on the sidelines watching
im a new mom and its all I think about.. the future. the moment I reflect on time in this way. and so I continue to show up and surprise my parents, stay in touch more often, see them and share moments with them more often. I know they feel like too. and it breaks my heart. and so I am mindful and I am tightening our bond once again.
Love has a way of staying even through distance. It might not linger long but it is there underneath layers. ❤️
love will always remain. and if we have moments in our days when we can reflect on what is gone (not lost, but not near any longer) and appreciate its arrival in our life for however brief, I think we can experience a % more of love in our hearts.
i love this <3
im so glad it holds you in some respect!
This is absolutely beautiful. Thank you.
thank you for replying this. im honored my words hold you in some respect <3
Gorgeous writing. Much love felt. And I agree...sometimes they disappear just out of...life.
like hummingbirds. ethereal when they are close, and quick to flutter away
This is really beautiful!
thank you Semi! Did it bring up any specific memory or thoughts for you?
Love this
sabrina 🤍 did a specific memory come up for you?
I absolutely love this it really represents a feeling of we as people are mosaics thank u for sharing this
Felt this one so deeply…I have a knot in my chest. When love is real it never dies, and that’s such a beautiful thing ❤️.
Ugh we loved this read! We had some similar thoughts over here if you are interested in checking it out! P.s. loving your articles at the moment <3 https://open.substack.com/pub/genumagazine/p/love-cannot-be-lost?utm_source=app-post-stats-page&r=q5tm1&utm_medium=ios
Cibelle, this is so quietly breathtaking~ it feels like reading the echo of something half-remembered yet completely true. You put words to that tender ache of connection that refuses to fade — the way love lingers not as pain, but as proof of having truly met someone.
I love how you describe those recognitions, not introductions — that line stopped me. It’s such a gentle way of saying *some souls just know us already.* And the ending... that love becomes a quieter kind of sacred — that stayed with me.
I had to reread that last paragraph — it’s one of those truths that finds you exactly where you are. This piece feels like a hand resting on the heart — soft, steady, and full of grace~