Description
From Chapter 88, “The Spell,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act III: Trust and Letting Go.
"I feel his love without a sound, like something lost, but never found." Belle's response to Aaron’s The Spell invites a quiet reflection on the complexities and lingering presence of love that doesn’t simply fade away. It gently captures the tension between holding on and letting go, showing how healing is often wrapped in patience and selfunderstanding. This song offers a calm space to feel the delicate balance between fear and hope. It reminds us that sometimes love’s deepest truths are found in the silences we carry within ourselves.
Lyrics
He says the spell is gone, he thinks he’s free,
But it just moved somewhere inside of me.
It doesn’t shout, it doesn’t plead,
It waits… and that’s what frightens me.
He thinks he woke, he thinks he’s clear,
But I’m the one still standing here.
I feel his love without a sound,
Like something lost that still surrounds.
Some love doesn’t leave when goodbye is said,
It just kneels down to pray instead.
The spell’s not gone, it’s just gone low,
A softer truth he doesn’t know.
He let it loose, I held it tight,
I carry the spell into the night.
The spell…
I carry the spell…
Into the night.
I know my face, I know its sway,
I learned so young how looks can pay.
Sometimes I lead without intent,
And don’t see hearts till they’re already bent.
But he never reached, he never took,
Never asked more than that look.
He loved me whole, without a plan,
And that’s so hard to understand.
Some love doesn’t leave when goodbye is said,
It just kneels down to pray instead.
The spell’s not gone, it’s just gone low,
A softer truth he doesn’t know.
He let it loose, I held it tight,
I carry the spell into the night.
He could’ve asked, I might’ve stayed,
When fear was loud and rent was delayed.
But need’s a lie that love won’t use,
He wanted choice… I couldn’t choose.
I tell myself the years don’t lie,
Time would steal more than it could buy.
But deeper still, I know what’s true,
I’m scared of love that sees me through.
The one I’m with is safe and light,
No heavy truth to face at night.
If it ends, I’ll still be me,
No shattered dreams, no debris.
But some love asks you to build your life,
To choose the joy, accept the strife.
If I gave less than all I am,
The guilt would break me where I stand.
The spell’s not gone, it’s just gone low,
A softer truth I almost know.
He let it loose, I held it tight,
I carry the spell into the night.
Maybe one day the walls will crumble down,
I’ll lay down my armor, my fear, my crown.
But not today, I’m not there yet,
And somehow… I think he gets it.
The spell…
The spell’s not gone…
It waits…
And somehow… I think he gets it.
