you know what really hurts?
when two queer characters clearly love each other, but canāt be together, and no, not because they donāt want to, but because theyāre trapped by fear, by shame, by the world around them. those kinds of ships always end up haunted by the dreams of what couldāve been.
and you know what hurts even more?
when they do get to love, but it ends in tragedy. when one of them dies, and everything that couldāve been turns into memory.
but what hurts the most is when two characters love each other with every damn fiber of their being, love THATāS SO OBVIOUSLY ROMANTIC. they have everything, trust, care, that unspoken connection, the way they look at each other like itās the first and last sunrise. itās right there, SO CLEARLY THERE, everyone can see it. amd yet itās dismissed as "just close best friends" or a " brotherly/sisterly bond." they look at each other like they mean everything, and still, the plot refuses to name it for what it is. itās like watching something beautiful get misnamed on purpose.
that heartbreak comes from this 'almost', from love thatās right there, but buried under heteronormativity, censorship, or fear.
you see two people who look at each other like the world itself depends on it, who speak in devotion, whoād die for each other, who hold more love than most canon couples ever dream of, and yet the writers and the audience amd everyone goes, "best friends." like that label could ever contain what they have. like itās not so obviously more.
that kind of love hurts the most. because itās real. itās right there. but itās never allowed to be named, and itāll never grow old.
kianamaiart
turnnoffyourmind
annaxmalina
titsay
