Muslims in Bulgaria

Eternal love is nothing but a dream born in the springtime of life. Nothing in this life remains the same; everything fades, changes, leaves its mark, and then departs.

The paradox is that the deeper love becomes, the more fragile it is in the face of time. Not because it is right or wrong, but because it is a living entity, breathing and changing just as life itself changes.

Love is like ancient cities; it does not remain static, but reinvents itself with time, resisting the forces of reality. Some cities wither away until they become mere memories, while others endure and last for centuries, but they never remain the same.

Love, too, is not measured by its permanence, but by its ability to change without losing its essence.