How to turn old love into ashes Love is taking risks, and these risks keep taking from her. But the thing about her is, you can never pit out her flame. Her flame only knows how to turn old love into ashes. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

A wild fire feasting There you were, a spark of interest that found a way to evolve into a burning desire that kept her soul lit. Here you are now, staring at her flames from the other side of a burnt bridge, trying to make sense of how everything come to be. The thing is first don't stay alive because they were once lit. Without feeding them, they will turn into smoke, and then smolder under ashes with nothing left to spark. You will have to move to another site to camp and build a new one. This is what happens when you only believe that love is a spark rather than a wild fire feasting on everything the heart has to offer. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

She gave it her best shot It is not her love coming to an end; she will always have love tucked underneath her rib cage. This is another failed love attempt reaching its last page, a relationship fading into the image of a memory, and a woman understanding that it is not her job to plant, water, and harvest love in a man all at once, especially one who doesn't want to taste the goodness of her love. All that matters now is that she gave it her best shot, another bullet wound from someone she handed the gun to. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

She is taking responsibility How do you give an angel hell and not see the sin you've committed? You say it's her fault that your free will led you to do unloving things to her. As you go through the list of things she did not do to help you be the man you were supposed to be to her, she is becoming the woman she should've been to you. She is taking responsibility for her heart and leaving your irresponsible self. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

The language of the guilty The language of the guilty will always be manipulation. They will always point more fingers at others, although more point back at them when doing so. They will always remind you of what you didn't do, when what they've done is why your heart is mourning and your soul is tired. The language of the guilty is to assign quilt; if you try to learn it, comprehend it, and speak it, you will fall Victim to the joker's trickery. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

And that's okay As his eyes searching for something more beyond your all, laying at his feet, my dear, that more his eye is after will only turn into more reasons that you aren't enough for him. No one ever grows hungry for a dish they do not crave. They only grow thirsty for what they want, and what he wants isn't you. And that's okay. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

Wanting better She did not just fall out of love, she was constantly pushed over the edge, weak from the tireless attempts to save the very thing you kept killing. She did not fall out of love, her heart was deprived of everything good she brought to the table until her malnourished soul learned that it's better to lose a love story than to end the story of her love. She did not fall out of love, she kept tripping over the knives your tongue set on the path, and bled too much to find strength to get up. She did not fall out of love, she fell in love with wanting better. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

You are no longer the trophy His ego suggests that you eat air for breakfast, lunch, and dinner to keep away the extra flesh that you are carrying. You are no longer the trophy he competed for, you are now just a woman in her natural state with a little more than he hoped for. What he should know is that you, too, can easily thirst for a man with a six pack, body crowded with muscles, and the ideal height. However, you choose to search for a soul who will be so drunk in love with you that his vision is too affected to see you through shallow lenses. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

That delicious croissant Love is not meant to float on the surface level, it is meant to be drowned into. He was too afraid to swim and too in tune with shallowness. Scratching the surface may have been enough for him, but for any man looking to taste your substance, he is only doing himself a disservice by missing your depth, leaving out the better part- the chocolate sitting in the middle of that delicious croissant. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

Break ourselves more In trying to fix what's broken, we often break more, and more importantly, break ourselves more. Therefore, have a funeral for that lifeless relationship. Celebrate its lessons, instead of putting your mouth on it and breathing your last breath into it. In trying to fix things, we resurrect unfruitful potential that is only ripe with disappointments. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣

war against her insecurities The parts of her that threatened your ego should've never been a threat to you, but a reason to stand up to the very thing in your soul that keeps taking good things away from you. It should've become a power that forced you To choose maturity and find the voice to tell it that it will no longer reign over you. But instead, you bowed down to it, letting it convince you to wage war against her insecurities to protect yours. You let it slowly erase every word of a beautiful story that could've been. ترجمه ⸤ @Ashes_of_Her_Love ⸣