Somewhere between love and devotion lies a bittersweet feeling of longing.
Maybe it happens when you love someone so deeply that their presence becomes a part of your everyday life.
Their voice, their habits, their little ways—you don’t realise how much they mean until they are no longer around.
But love doesn’t disappear with their absence.
It stays.
You remember them in ordinary moments, in familiar places, in old conversations. Sometimes those memories make you smile, and sometimes they hurt.
And strangely, you don’t want that feeling to completely go away.
Because the longing is also a way of keeping them close.
Maybe that is where love slowly becomes devotion.
You stop asking for their presence, but you never stop carrying them within you.
Perhaps longing is simply love that has learned to live with absence.



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