What Happened to Love? Jasmine and The Untold Story!

Hey Love, bring on your sunny glow!… This is a poem — a beautiful story, told in glances and jasmine-scented notes. As delicate as petals, yet edged with memory. A story only they could ever understand.

“Love Didn’t Stay, But Jasmine Did.” It was a quiet truth, tucked behind their smiles and lived in the silence between them. She never said it aloud — never had to. Some names carry stories no one else can read. And this one? It kept blooming long after they stopped.

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Some names carry stories no one else can read.

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The Jasmine Tree

It was one of those clear spring nights where everything felt a little too perfect—like the world had paused just for them. It almost felt like a secret—one of those warm wet nights that knew exactly what it was doing. The street was quiet, almost too quiet, with nothing but a few cats and flickering lights to bear witness. The stars were out in full, as if they were putting on a show just for them.

Every step up that hill felt like a build-up of energy and excitement — the kind they always felt when they were together. But that night, it was different. It felt like they were both expecting something — something they already knew was coming. Long-distance love has a way of making every little thing feel magical… or so they thought. Between the jokes, the hugs, and the quiet smiles, time felt sweet, delicate, and full of promise.

And then there it was—that jasmine tree!

At the top of the hill, in front of her apartment door, the jasmine tree stood tall — dramatic, drenched in soft white blooms, still dripping from the earlier rain. She always caught the scent at night, especially after it rained. But that night, for some reason, it was everywhere — thick in the air, sweet and heavy. It was all over him. The kind of scent that clings to your skin and lingers.

They walked past the door and slipped under the tree, gazing at the sky through the branches. She leaned against the wet trunk, the damp bark pressing through her clothes, a soft smirk playing on her lips.

His fingers trailed along her chest, slow and deliberate—like he was either trying to memorize every curve or rewrite her entirely. He pulled her in close, sinking into that old, squeaky chair, never breaking eye contact. His gaze was locked on hers—dark, intense—like he was already undressing her one thought at a time.

“Smell that?” she whispered.

His breath tickled her ear, voice low “You or the flowers?”

She laughed—low, breathy. Dangerous flirtatious.

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Jasmine and Its White Blossoms

His hands slid from her waist to her neck, then tangled in her hair — like he’d been waiting a lifetime just to play this role. Her fingers drifted down his chest, slow and lingering, teasing like a secret whispered in the dark. He couldn’t hide his desire — it was present, pulsing, undeniable. There was so much fire between them, and still, they found time to play.

His lips found her neck, then her collarbone, then her shoulder—unhurried, like he wanted to memorize every inch of her. Every bit of space between them disappeared. And she gave in to it, to him. He kissed her like he was starved—soft at first, then with heat that built fast and deep. The rain still clinging to her skin only made it better, but he was still thirsty.

Everything sparked—his breath at her ear, the rough bark pressing into her back, the way he inhaled her like he couldn’t get close enough. Jasmine wrapped around them like a dare, sweet and wild, blurring the line between want and need. It felt like a wild dream.

They didn’t say much. They didn’t have to.

The tension had its own rhythm. A rhythm built like a wave, wild and urgent.

They gasped, breathless, like they’d been running forever. Hearts racing. Nothing else existed—just this rush, this high, this wild gravity pulling them closer.

And when it came—that crash of want and breath and sweat—it wasn’t just tender. It was messy. Hot. Real. Like grabbing hold of a storm and daring it not to tear them apart.

The scent of jasmine, the rain still clinging to the night, his breath warm on her skin—it was all too much and still not enough.

Every sigh, shiver, and touch pulling them deeper, drowning in each other like it was the only way to breathe.

It felt like crashing into something you didn’t see coming—but you don’t want to stop it. You want more, and more.

She Still Does…

After The Rain

And when it was over—when the world finally stopped spinning—they just lay there, tangled in each other, breathless and flushed, with jasmine so thick in the air and heat still humming beneath their skin.

They came up for air laughing, a little wild, completely wrecked in the best way. Like they’d just gotten away with something they weren’t supposed to do… and loved every second of it.

And honestly? They had.

But neither one cared.

Because some nights aren’t made for rules, some loves aren’t meant to last forever, and some stories end with everything left on the table. ” ~ Domii F.

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Maybe it would become one of those sweet, scented memories — tucked away in the back of a drawer, pulled out now and then with a smile. Or so she thought. But it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t even close to what she had imagined — not even in her wildest dreams.

He, though… he remembered it differently.

Somewhere distant — far from where his heart truly was — he never forgot what clung to his soul.

Years later, when he whispered a name for the very first time — soft, full of wonder — it wasn’t a memory at all. It was still alive.

And the jasmine still blooms. Quiet, stubborn, unforgettable.

And only he knows why.

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