The Recipe for a Forbidden Love
The Recipe for a Forbidden Love Relit rooms and a rekindled love. Those are the recipes for forbidden love. Not forbidden in the sense, but a love marred by the cracks, a love pieced together, a love pieced together with a hope it lasts this time. Or maybe the third time's a charm. A love reshaped, filled with doubt and many words left unsaid. A love with an inevitable end. There is no growth where you trampled on a rose. The recipes for a forbidden love. One that must not be. How many wounds are enough? What is its basis with no trust? What is the point of all of this? A hope misplaced. A change that will not come. Do your excuses comfort you? Do you fear the truth? Are you blind to what you know? How many tears will you let out before you realize that wet candles never glow? How much time will you waste trying to prove us wrong? Yet wrong is the best word that describes this love the most. You hold on to the past, maybe for the warmth. Every memory, a fickle, flammable thing, int...
