Some love stories just take their time.You know, I used to look at the night sky and think the moon and stars were just, stuck in the same space but never really together. Like they were close, but not close enough. But maybe that’s not true. Maybe the stars were always waiting quietly, patiently, and one day, the moon finally turned around and saw them right there. Waiting like they always had. ... » Continue Reading
You ever notice how we all say we want someone who really sees us, like, not just the version we show the world, but the real, messy, complicated us? But when someone actually gets close enough to do that, it’s scary. There’s this little voice in the back of your head whispering, “What if they don’t like what they find ?” We’ve been taught to be “low maintenance,” to not be too emotional, too int... » Continue Reading
It’s late at night, and I’m overthinking again, the way I always do when the world goes quiet. And somehow, I always find my mind drifting back to the same topic, love. Not the kind you see in movies or read about in poems, but the kind we live with today, through screens, voice notes, half read messages, and conversations that almost feel like something more We live in a world where love is measu... » Continue Reading
It's late at night and I'm overthinking about love again, the way I always do when the world gets quiet. It's been a while since I wrote here, but I can't shake this feeling that modern love has forgotten something important. There was a time when people fought to stay. They wrote letters, showed up at doorsteps, called until their voices went hoarse. Arguments weren’t the end, just another part o... » Continue Reading
Sometimes, we don’t even realize we’re doing it. We meet someone new, a friend, a lover, a stranger, and somehow, they remind us of them. Not because of how they speak or look or act. But because something inside us is bracing for pain. Something in us whispers, “Don’t trust them, they’ll be just like the others.”That’s the mind, protecting itself. When we’re hurt deeply, especially by someone we ... » Continue Reading
We wake up, check our phones, rush through routines, fill our lungs with air, and call it living. But is that existing?Is existence the echo of our heartbeat or the moments we feel it? Sometimes, I think it’s in the tiny things,like how sunlight slips through the curtains and lands on someone’s face,how we fall in love with a song because it sounds like something we forgot,how we stare at the star... » Continue Reading
Back in the 80s, love felt different. It was handwritten letters, mixtapes, waiting by the phone, and the kind of romance that made you believe in forever. Writers back then gave us love stories that felt deep, loyal, and magical, where people actually stayed. Where effort wasn’t seen as “too much,” and saying “I miss you” wasn’t something to be embarrassed about. Fast forward to now, and it’s a w... » Continue Reading
There are parts of me I’ve avoided for years, like rooms in an old house I used to live in but can’t bring myself to visit. You know the kind. Some hold memories I thought I’d forgotten, others just.....ache without reason. And the funny thing is, I walk past them every day in my thoughts. I know exactly where they are. But I keep the doors closed, as if not looking directly at them will make them... » Continue Reading
In every relationship, there’s a subtle but powerful paradox between independence and togetherness. While love thrives on connection and intimacy, each person also needs space to maintain their individuality. Psychologically, humans crave both emotional closeness and personal freedom, but balancing these needs can be challenging. Too much independence might create distance, while too much together... » Continue Reading
Sometimes, we connect with people not through perfection, but through the pain we both carry. Their cracks reflect ours, like a broken mirror showing us parts of ourselves we hadn’t fully faced. We find comfort in these moments in late night messages, in comments that feel more like confessions, in silences that say everything. But comfort isn’t always clarity, and love, no matter how deeply we fe... » Continue Reading
Sometimes we find ourselves falling for people who are clearly carrying pain. Not just the kind of pain they talk about, but the kind that lingers in their eyes, in the way they guard their hearts, or how they pull away when things get too real. It’s not always conscious, we don’t wake up thinking, “I want someone broken.” But something about their vulnerability, their complexity, feels magnetic. ... » Continue Reading
_____________________________________________________________________ (22) Clara broke the wax seal with a trembling thumb.The moment it cracked, the wind shifted, soft at first, like a sigh. Then the world stilled. She unfolded the parchment slowly. The ink was faded, and the paper carried a faint floral scent, like it had slept in roses for a hundred years. » Continue Reading
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