#lovefromafar

Limerence.

That bittersweet obsession, that dizzying high that crashes into a heartache when you’re loving someone from so far away. it’s not just “liking” them; it’s this maddening, hypnotic pull. A chemical longing, like the feeling of needing air but finding yourself underwater, breathless. that’s limerence—this intense, almost involuntary fixation where nothing feels like enough. I could drown in every word you send, scroll through every photo you share, play your voice notes on loop, and still, it wouldn’t fill this endless need for more.

Limerence wants you not just in thought but in skin and bone. It’s this fire where texts aren’t warm enough, screens aren’t close enough.

I want you beside me, breathing the same air, where your laughter doesn’t get lost in pixels. I need to feel the weight of you here, the electric calm that happens when souls touch in the same place, the kind of closeness that even words can’t hold.

It’s beautiful and terrifying, this craving, this desire to turn “someday” into now. Because limerence isn’t patient.

It doesn’t care about distance or reason; it just hums through the heart like a song you can’t unhear. Soon, soon, soon.

(Poem by miladyziggystardust)

11. 10. 2024

Yes, i do have feelings for you. But I know my boundaries. So please... Just let me admire you from afar, hug you through my words, flirt with you just so that you wouldn't think that I am avoiding you, or eyeing you wierdly. Just reigniting a part of me that I never thought is capable enough to exist.

So please, let shower you with love, from afar... Till these feelings go away.

Those eyes, that light reflecting through it, so raw when you are listening, your voice that holds patience, your shifty behavior, sincerity to your academics, how your name sounds... Everything, indeed a butterfly... Butterfly never really held that much meaning for me. Until I used it one day to describe you...

I think about you more often than I should—

not in the way that pulls me apart,

but in the way that reminds me

I am still whole.

Even though your hands

will never hold mine

and your lips will never speak

the words I ache to hear,

I carry the idea of you

like a quiet hum in the back of my mind.

And maybe that’s what love is sometimes:

not the forever kind,

but the fleeting kind,

the kind that reminds you how alive you are,

even when it’s never meant to stay.

You are the distance I will never close,

but still,

I am grateful

for the reaching.