We don't promise forever.

We promise now.

As long as touch exists,

As long as there is a desire to mix,

as long as two bodies want to share the same air.

Love is not born eternal.

He is born alive.

Two perfumes.

Whole and alone.

Transformed together.

They recognize each other through their skin.

In the embrace, they become one.

Over time, they leave their mark.

And if it ever ends,

No refunds.

there is no blame,

There is no emptiness.

Each one follows with its own scent.

With the memory of what was.

With proof that it existed.

Because love isn't about promising eternity.

It's about accepting the intensity while it lasts.

Mix it up as long as it's love.

Separate when it's no longer the same.