It was not the right time for our love.
It grew too early, too fast,
and as cruel misery passed over us,
tearing our souls apart,
it’s too late now to start–
anew.
The only thing left for us to do
is to bid adieu.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

It was not the right time for our love.
It grew too early, too fast,
and as cruel misery passed over us,
tearing our souls apart,
it’s too late now to start–
anew.
The only thing left for us to do
is to bid adieu.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

This is a beautifully poignant piece, Visiliki. Your words capture the heartbreaking truth of a love that was perfectly real, yet perfectly out of sync with time. The imagery of something growing “too early, too fast” is so vivid—it speaks of a tenderness that was genuine but couldn’t find its footing in the circumstances.
There’s a profound strength in the quiet resignation of the final lines. It’s not a scream of anger, but a solemn, dignified farewell. You’ve transformed deep personal pain into something universally understood and achingly elegant. Thank you for sharing such a raw and graceful reflection.🤝🌷
Thank you so much, Srikanth. I always value your inspiring, supportive comments. ☺️🙏🌹
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