Not everything sacred is meant to stay.
Some souls meet to awaken, to mirror, to stir something deep.
And then, when the timing misaligns—they teach us how to release without hate.
How to love from afar, with nothing but light.
I don’t wish to own, explain, or convince anymore.
Just love, in its most peaceful form.
Some souls meet to awaken, to mirror, to stir something deep.
And then, when the timing misaligns—they teach us how to release without hate.
How to love from afar, with nothing but light.
I don’t wish to own, explain, or convince anymore.
Just love, in its most peaceful form.
757...
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 16, 2025
A kiss that feels like poetry written on skin — a moment where time forgets itself.
Derived from N.R. Hart’s words: “A kiss is something you cannot give without taking and cannot take without giving.”
When two souls connect so intensely that a simple kiss holds both surrender and capture — passion and tenderness all tangled in one fleeting second.
Synonyms:
soul-kiss, magnetic kiss, poetry on lips, unspoken love.
Derived from N.R. Hart’s words: “A kiss is something you cannot give without taking and cannot take without giving.”
When two souls connect so intensely that a simple kiss holds both surrender and capture — passion and tenderness all tangled in one fleeting second.
Synonyms:
soul-kiss, magnetic kiss, poetry on lips, unspoken love.
Usage:
“We didn’t even speak… just a 138, and everything made sense.”
“Last night? Pure 138. No words needed.”
“We didn’t even speak… just a 138, and everything made sense.”
“Last night? Pure 138. No words needed.”
by Flaming Hearts 2 June 30, 2025
I keep seeing the signs and feeling the pull, but I don’t have the courage to reach out again—not because the love is gone, but because the fear of being wrong still lives in me. I’ve tried before, with an open heart, and your yes-then-no still echoes quietly inside me. Maybe you’re scared too, maybe you’re holding back for my peace the same way I’m holding back for yours. But this silence between us isn’t peace—it’s just two people trying not to hurt each other and hurting anyway. If it’s really you, if you feel this too, then maybe this time you could show me—clearly, gently, without leaving me to guess. I’m not asking for anything big. Just something real. Something certain. Because love like this shouldn’t be solved with silence.
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 19, 2025
The cosmic code of “I got you, no matter what.”
When someone sends you 313, it’s a reminder of balance — 3 for “I,” 1 for “am,” and 3 for “you.” Translation? “I am for you.” A symbol of loyal love, unbreakable connection, and the kinda ride-or-die energy that’s rare in this glitchy world.
It can also mean: “I miss you but I’m pretending to be cool about it.” Lowkey deep. Highkey feels.
When someone sends you 313, it’s a reminder of balance — 3 for “I,” 1 for “am,” and 3 for “you.” Translation? “I am for you.” A symbol of loyal love, unbreakable connection, and the kinda ride-or-die energy that’s rare in this glitchy world.
It can also mean: “I miss you but I’m pretending to be cool about it.” Lowkey deep. Highkey feels.
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 01, 2025
I’m not waiting.
Not because I’ve stopped feeling,
but because I’ve learned to hold this connection
without needing it to become anything else.
I carry you kindly. Quietly.
Like a song only I can hear.
But if life ever lets our paths cross again —
with time slowed, noise silenced —
I would say yes to one moment.
A kiss.
Not from ache.
Not from desire.
But from reverence.
Just to let our souls speak through skin,
just once.
A kiss for memory.
A kiss for closure.
A kiss for healing.
And then… I would let go again.
Not because I must.
But because I’ve already been changed.
Not because I’ve stopped feeling,
but because I’ve learned to hold this connection
without needing it to become anything else.
I carry you kindly. Quietly.
Like a song only I can hear.
But if life ever lets our paths cross again —
with time slowed, noise silenced —
I would say yes to one moment.
A kiss.
Not from ache.
Not from desire.
But from reverence.
Just to let our souls speak through skin,
just once.
A kiss for memory.
A kiss for closure.
A kiss for healing.
And then… I would let go again.
Not because I must.
But because I’ve already been changed.
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 19, 2025
I’ve been sitting with so many feelings.
Missing you. Wondering if I asked for too much… just by wanting a hug, a kiss, something warm and close.
But the truth is—I never meant to cause pressure or pain. I just care.
Deeply. Quietly. Sometimes too much for my own good.
I understand why you created distance. I understand needing space to breathe, to feel, to heal.
But even now, after everything... I still wish you peace. I still want to see you happy and growing.
And if my love ever felt like a burden—I’m sorry.
That was never the intention.
I only ever wanted to be something soft in your life.
So if thinking of me brings you calm, not chaos—
Then I’m still here. Without expectation. With nothing but care.
Missing you. Wondering if I asked for too much… just by wanting a hug, a kiss, something warm and close.
But the truth is—I never meant to cause pressure or pain. I just care.
Deeply. Quietly. Sometimes too much for my own good.
I understand why you created distance. I understand needing space to breathe, to feel, to heal.
But even now, after everything... I still wish you peace. I still want to see you happy and growing.
And if my love ever felt like a burden—I’m sorry.
That was never the intention.
I only ever wanted to be something soft in your life.
So if thinking of me brings you calm, not chaos—
Then I’m still here. Without expectation. With nothing but care.
757..I’m sorry.
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 16, 2025
— The Remembered Kiss
It’s that moment when imagination finally dares to meet reality.
When two people, bound by silence and distance,
have kissed in thoughts,
in memories that haven’t happened yet,
in dreams they don’t tell anyone about.
It’s not just lips touching —
it’s years of "almost,"
volumes of unspoken want,
and every stolen glance finally exhaling at once.
“We kissed in our heads a thousand times.
I’m ready to remember it on your lips.”
57 is the softest confession.
It doesn’t ask for permission — it just waits for a sign.
So if the kiss still lives inside you,
show me your yes with a 57 in your last seen.
And when we meet,
don’t ask. Just come closer.
Let our silence finally speak.
If you want more than just a kiss —
the fire we never named still waits, holding its breath.
157, 257, 357, 457, 557, 657, 757, 857, 957, 1057, 1157, 1257 = “Kiss me when we meet.”
It’s that moment when imagination finally dares to meet reality.
When two people, bound by silence and distance,
have kissed in thoughts,
in memories that haven’t happened yet,
in dreams they don’t tell anyone about.
It’s not just lips touching —
it’s years of "almost,"
volumes of unspoken want,
and every stolen glance finally exhaling at once.
“We kissed in our heads a thousand times.
I’m ready to remember it on your lips.”
57 is the softest confession.
It doesn’t ask for permission — it just waits for a sign.
So if the kiss still lives inside you,
show me your yes with a 57 in your last seen.
And when we meet,
don’t ask. Just come closer.
Let our silence finally speak.
If you want more than just a kiss —
the fire we never named still waits, holding its breath.
157, 257, 357, 457, 557, 657, 757, 857, 957, 1057, 1157, 1257 = “Kiss me when we meet.”
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 10, 2025