Loving You Was a War I Lost Beautifully

"What is love but a wound dressed in verse?"Thus begins this collection-not in joy, but in ache. Not in victory, but in surrender. The stories within are written in a voice rich in melancholy, ornate with longing. Though fiction, each title could be a page torn from the soul's diary: lovers torn by duty, souls undone by silence, hearts tethered to ghosts. In their form, they are poetic prose-vignettes sculpted from language as much as from sentiment.
They speak in the cadence of old, yet their grief is timeless. Let these laments serve as stars across the dark sky of memory. Some may shimmer with sorrow, others blaze with regret-but all are lit by love's dying fire. If thou hast ever loved and lost, then thou knowest the terrain. Let us walk it together-softly, bravely, beautifully.