The contradictory silence of love

Love...
It’s not merely a feeling; it’s a riddle. It lifts us up and weighs us down. It completes us and somehow leaves us wanting. At its core, love is filled with contradictions. And perhaps that’s what makes it so deep, so true: the more we try to understand it, the more we face its paradoxes.

The closer we get to someone, the more vulnerable we become. They say intimacy breeds trust, but it also creates the potential for the deepest wounds. When we open our hearts, we let in the light but the wind, too.

I became attached to you because I loved you. But that attachment didn’t chain me; it freed me. I discovered my true self beside you. Isn't that a paradox in itself?

We lose ourselves in love, yet in that very surrender, we find who we really are. I disappeared into your eyes, and there I saw the most honest version of myself.
I missed you even when you were right next to me. I learnt that longing doesn’t come only from distance; sometimes it’s born right in the middle of closeness.

Even time bends under love. Moments with you passed like a single breath, but the minutes without you stretched into endless nights.

Love is surrender. I placed my heart into your hands, and it didn’t make me weaker; it made me braver. Because loving someone means exposing your soul without armour. And still, that exposure becomes the most frightening thing. We long to be loved, yet we tremble at being truly seen.
To be seen means to stand without a mask.

At first, I loved the version of “you” in my mind, flawless, whole, eternal. But I came to love the real you too: the cracks, the silences, the shadows. Because real love means facing the truth, not escaping into fantasy.

Sometimes I think the road between loving you and understanding you was the same road on which I came to know myself. Each contradiction deepened me. Each contradiction brought me closer to you.

Love is full of paradoxes. And perhaps understanding love means embracing those contradictions. Real affection doesn’t grow along a straight line; it stumbles, rises, falls, and finally finds its rhythm in chaos.

And sometimes, no words are enough.
You fall silent.
But in that silence, you may find the most honest letter ever written.

To the Star I Could Never Reach…

My love,
I walked a fragile line between touching you and losing you. Every step closer drew me further away. The more I carried you in my heart, the more I disappeared from the world around me.

When I gave myself to you, I was not diminished; I was strengthened. Because love begins where fear ends. Yet love also reshaped me into someone I never expected to become.

There were moments I wanted to forget you. But the more I tried to forget, the more deeply I remembered. That, too, is a paradox. But wasn’t love always that?
Contradictory. Chaotic. Yet painfully real.

Perhaps this letter is not a goodbye.
Perhaps it’s the last breath I never released.
I am still loving you.
Silently. Deeply. Timelessly…

With Love and Respect,

Burak Anaturk.

Burak Anaturk is a professional civil engineer. He focuses on sharing lessons from his life experiences, exploring diverse perspectives, and discussing personal development topics.
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