#caspersoo

There was no big moment. No long talk. No goodbye speech. Just him thinking ahead. This is love in its quiet form.

He loved her in small ways.

Now he’s gone. But every time she opens that cabinet, she remembers. He made it easier for her.

Sometimes love is like that. It’s not always words. It’s not always big moves. Sometimes, it’s just a shelf. Just a little less struggle. Just a little more thought.

And maybe that’s all love ever is. Making life a little lighter for someone, even when you’re no longer there to carry it.

When Life Gives You Tangerines

Falling in love at the age of 20 feels like walking a tightrope between discovery and uncertainty. It’s when love carries a rush of excitement—an exploration of emotions you’ve never felt so intensely before. You’re just beginning to understand yourself, and in the midst of it, you find someone who seems to make the world brighter. The heart races, the moments shared feel infinite, and every glance seems like a promise of forever. Yet, there’s vulnerability too, as you're still learning to balance your dreams, ambitions, and the weight of another person’s feelings. Love at 20 is beautiful in its rawness, where every word feels monumental, and every goodbye aches a little longer. It’s tender, hopeful, and sometimes fragile, but undeniably unforgettable.

Cupido's use of dramatic contrasts and intense expressions highlights the desperation and longing between the two lovers. The grabbing hands represent the external pressures and internal fears that hinder their connection, turning their love into a painful struggle against insurmountable odds. This poignant portrayal adds a contemporary layer of meaning to the timeless story, resonating with viewers on a deep emotional level.

📍 Location of the Painting:

"Romeo and Juliet" by Sergio Cupido is available for viewing on various online art platforms and forums where contemporary artworks are shared and appreciated.

But in poetry we say:

"I wore the masks you chose for me, swallowed the words you didn't want to hear, and built myself around your anger, yet your eyes never softened when they looked at me."

In English, we say: "You didn't reply."

But in poetry, we say: "Your silence said what your words couldn't."

In English, we say: "I overthink."

But in poetry, we say: "I replay your words a thousand times, searching for a meaning you never meant."

ten years from today

will you remember to call my name?

Hey, I won’t be angry.

I hope you won’t be too?

Besides, who will we blame?

The strangers we became?

I think, ten years from today,

we’d be too wise to fight.

So may I ask you to sit beside?

And tell me how you’ve learned to be this quiet.