Golden Hours

I sat on the park bench, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and purple. It’s been a week since we had that heart-to-heart conversation. I remember the fear and the relief that washed over me as I poured out my heart. It was like letting go of a heavy weight that had been dragging me down for so long.   We’ve been doing better since then. We’ve been more open and honest. But there’s still a lingering sadness. I miss the carefree days when everything seemed so simple. Now, every little thing feels like a potential landmine, waiting to explode.   I know it’s irrational, but I can’t help but worry. What if we can’t keep this up? What if our problems are too big to overcome? I’ve always been a planner, but when it comes to love, there’s no roadmap.    I just hope that we can find a way to make it work. Because I love you more than anything in the world. And I’m terrified of losing you.

What a day! The party was electric. A sea of bodies swaying to the beat. The music pulsed through me, igniting a fire in my soul. I couldn't help but feel a rush of euphoria coursed through my veins. The lights flashing like fireflies in the night. I danced until my feet begged for mercy. Lost in the rhythm, my worries melting away like snowflakes on a warm palm. As if I were weightless, floating on a cloud of pure bliss. Mom gave me one of those talks about boys and hearts. She went on and on about toying with feelings and being careful. Her words were like a chilling wind against my skin, but I brushed it off. After all, I'm sixteen, not six. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, I'm ready to spread my wings and soar. "I just wanna have fun!" I'd scoffed at her advice, dismissing it as the overprotectiveness of a mother who'd forgotten what it was like to be young. The party was a siren song, luring me with its promises of joy and belonging. Some h...

The sun seems to shine a little brighter. The birds sing a little sweeter. As if the universe itself is rejoicing in the secret we share. Lord, I can't believe I've found someone who sees the world through the same lens of wonder and awe, who understands the silent poetry of sunset. When I'm with you, time seems to stand still. There's a tranquility that washes over me. Your eyes are like pools of molten gold, met mine one ordinary Tuesday afternoon. Last night, as we sat on the park bench, watching the stars twinkle above, you took my hand and said those three words that have the power to change everything. My heart swelled with joy as the warmth spreading through my veins. Your arms wrapped around me like a protective cocoon. You soothe my soul and mend my heart anew. With every touch, awakening dormant passions and igniting a fire within. I found the strength to be a better version of myself. We discovered that love isn't merely a fleeting emotion but a constant ...

I watch you, and my heart aching. You're lost in the fog of your own mind. I want to reach out, to pull you back from the abyss. But I know better. Sometimes, the best thing to do is simply be there.   I trace patterns on your arm. It's a small gesture, but I hope it conveys the depth of my feelings. Words were but feeble vessels to capture the ocean of your emotions. Each sigh, each frown, each fleeting smile is a cryptic message that only I can decipher.    As days bled into weeks, I learned the unspoken poetry of your sorrow. A single tear that escapes unnoticed. You glance at me, your eyes filled with a sadness that cuts through me. I gently wipe it away. "It's ok, babe. You don't have to be strong all the time."   It's a heavy weight to bear, knowing that I can't alleviate your pain. But I'll be here. It's little, but it's all I have to offer.   The storm would eventually subside, leaving behind scars that would forever mark your soul...

"Isn't this place magical?"   "It's because you're here," he replied.   ── ⊹ ࣪ ˖♡˖ ࣪ ⊹ ──   Ten years. Can you believe it? Ten summers, ten autumns, ten winters, and ten springs spent tangled in the warmth of your laugh and the electricity of your touch. It feels like yesterday we were teenagers. Sprawled under fairy lights that defied the calendar. Whispering promises under the watchful eye of a lopsided clock tower. No headline screams the secrets that we've bred. But in my soul, a star burns ever bright. Your gaze softens tonight, darling, lingering on the scattering of cinnamon dust across my nose. It’s a dizzying feeling. Something I don’t quite understand but desperately want to hold onto. Much like the scene straight out of a storybook. And here I am, living it with the boy who made my heart skip a beat every time he looks my way. All the nervousness I usually carry around just dissolves. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve known you forever, or if thi...

You can try all you want to dim my light, but you can't extinguish it. ***       Look, I get it. You're the big man on campus. But here's the thing: my life isn't some high school football game you can win by throwing shade. You want to call me a freak for walking in a parade? Newsflash: I was celebrating who I am. Something you wouldn't understand if it tackled you at practice.   Sure, your messages sting. Especially at 7 am. But you know what stings more? Hiding. Hiding who I am, who I like, because some jock with a fragile ego might not approve. Well, guess what? I'm done hiding.   This week at the dance is for me! It's not about proving anything to you. It's about celebrating myself with my friends who actually see me. They don't judge, they don't mock, they just get it. You can stand there in your little corner, fuming all you want. But I'll be out there, dancing like nobody's watching. Because guess what? Nobody is. Except maybe him...

I've always been a sunbeam dancing through the clouds. Growing up in a small town, I was often teased for my outlandish dreams. Dismissed as mere fantasies. But I refused to be dimmed by their doubt. I believed in the power of my own light. With a little hard work and a whole lot of faith, I could illuminate even the darkest corners of the world. When the news of the prestigious dance competition in the nearby city reached my ears, my heart leaped with excitement. It was a chance to showcase the colors of my spirit. Yet, the chilling winds attempted to nip at the delicate petals of my aspirations. "You're not good enough," they hissed. But I refused to be silenced. My heart burned as a fiery furnace with a determination that knew no bounds. I spent countless hours practicing, perfecting every move, every expression. I poured my heart and soul into each rehearsal, fueled by a burning desire to succeed. I danced not just for the competition but for the joy it brought me...

I watched you from afar. The boy who’s been the sun in my sky for what feels like forever remains oblivious to the secret garden of feelings I've cultivated for him.    With your easy smile and captivating charm, I've carried a flame for you since the days of innocence. When the world was a simpler place, and the most daunting challenge was tying a wayward shoelace.   Years have slipped by. Each one etching your image deeper into my soul. I remember when it all started. A silly little crush born from shared childhood moments. I was a clumsy, awkward girl. And you were the epitome of cool. My affection has bloomed silently. But every attempt to bridge the chasm between us feels like a dead end.   I know it's hopeless. Such a futile pursuit of a dream that will never come true. Yet, I find myself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Perhaps it's the thrill of the chase. Or maybe it's simply the hope that one day you'll see me.   The bonfire crackles, illuminating ...

The constant pitter-patter against the library's tin roof had lulled me into a peaceful trance. As the world outside was washed clean, my heart found its own cleansing in the presence of a stranger. He has the most beautiful eyes, like the ocean on a sunny day.   He apologized for losing his place, and I offered him my book, a well-loved copy of "Pride and Prejudice." As we talked, I discovered a kindred spirit. We shared a passion for classic literature, a love for old movies, and a strange fondness for rainy days. Hours seemed to slip away as we discussed our favorite authors, debated the merits of different film genres, and shared our hopes and dreams. It was as if we'd known each other for years, our souls dancing to the same rhythm on a deeper level. Your laughter is like a gentle breeze, carrying me away from the mundane. I felt a warmth spreading through me—a warmth that'd been dormant for far too long.   When the library closed, we found ourselves standing...

Today was a day I’ll never forget. The fiery orb dipped below the horizon, casting its golden glow upon the park. My gaze was drawn to the sky painted with hues of orange, pink, and purple as I sat on my favorite bench. The gentle breeze laden with the sweet scent of blooming flowers caressed my face, carrying with it a sense of peace and tranquility. My heart pounding with anticipation. I knew you were coming. It felt like an eternity since our last encounter. When I saw you emerge from the trees, my breath caught in my throat. With your tousled brown hair and infectious smile that could light up the darkest night, you were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Every step you took seemed to bring you closer to me. And with each step, my feelings for you grew stronger. I swear, every time I see you, I feel like I'm floating on a cloud. When you sat down beside me, I felt a surge of warmth and happiness that I had never experienced before. Our hands brushing against each othe...

Life used to be a warm cup of tea on a rainy day. It was a comforting hug, a friendly smile, a familiar face in a crowd. It was a small joy in a chaotic world. Today was a tornado. The kind that spins you so fast, you're not sure if you're dizzy or exhilarated. I've been feeling so lost lately, like I'm caught in a fog that won't lift. My mind has been racing, tossed about by the relentless currents of maelstrom. It's like trying to hold a handful of sand—the more you grasp, the more it slips through your fingers.    The simple act of choosing an outfit became a daunting task. Each option is a gamble with unforeseen consequences. As if I were trapped in a labyrinth of "what ifs" and "should haves." It's exhausting, to say the least.   One evening, as I sat at my desk, drowning in a sea of unfinished assignments, a familiar ache crept over me. The suffocating blanket that threatened to smother me. So desperate for relief, I looked to the s...

I can't believe I finally did it. I had cloaked myself in a carefully constructed illusion that shielded my bare spots. But the weight of this charade was becoming unbearable. It was time to let the truth out into the open. To strip away the layers of artifice and reveal the raw, imperfect woman beneath. No matter how frightening. And finally I let go of the chains that had bound me for far too long.   Oh, to be the best at everything. Every day I'd dance on the tightrope, always one misstep away from a shattering fall. The girl with straight A's, the popular one, the friend everyone could count on. Yet, beneath the glittering facade, the stone sinking deeper with each passing day.   The fear of failure—of not being enough and disappointing the man I loved—had consumed me. The realization that I couldn't continue this hit me like a bolt of lightning. It was unfair to you, my loving boyfriend, and to myself. Relationships were built on sharing the depths of one's sou...

We've been together for so long. It was instantaneous. The spark between us has only grown brighter with time. I remember that rainy day in tenth grade when I tripped and fell in the cafeteria. You were the only one who laughed with me, not at me. Your kindness and humor made me feel seen and understood. From the moment we first locked eyes, I knew you were the other half of my soul.   I cherish the moments we share, big and small. Holding your hand, feeling the warmth of your body beside me. I could feel your heart pounding against mine. A rhythm that matched my own.    Oh, honey, my heart feels like it’s going to burst. I've been with you since we were sixteen, and I can't imagine my life without you. Over the years, we've grown up together, laughed together, and cried together. Building a bond that's as unbreakable as the stars that twinkle above.   Now, on the precipice of our twentieth birthdays, the world seemed to stretch out before us. Yet, in the face of th...

How could I have let things go this far? I stare at my phone. The unread text from you flashing like a neon sign hung heavy in the air. You've been my best friend since childhood, and now... I don't know what to call you.  I've been playing with fire, dancing on the edge of a cliff, and now the flames are threatening to consume everything I hold dear. With half-hearted promises, I have allowed you to believe in a love that didn't exist. But the illusion was crumbling, the fabric fraying, and I was left exposed, naked in my own dishonesty. I've been a coward, stealing your time, your affection, and your trust. It was a cruel game that I have played for far too long. But deep down, I knew it wasn't fair. It wasn't right. I should've told you the truth sooner, but fear held me captive. I found myself drawn to you in a way I had never been before. Over time, these feelings have blossomed between us. But I'm not sure I can nurture them, not sure they can ...

I don't know what to do anymore. We're simply not the same people we used to be. It's like we're two ships passing in the night, never quite aligning. I once thought you were my everything. But now, you're just a distant flicker in the darkness. I never imagined it would come to this. We were supposed to be the perfect couple. I tried so hard to make things work. I tried to be understanding, to compromise, to meet you halfway. But in the end, it wasn't enough. My words fell on deaf ears. You're so stubborn, so set in your ways. And I'm starting to wonder if you even care about me at all. I watched the streaks down the windowpane. I envisioned our senior year as a serene summer day filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the promise of a bright future. But now, it felt more like a raging hurricane, threatening to tear everything apart. Your refusal to attend the party had ignited a firestorm of resentment and frustration. I wanna be able to make my own d...

A heart once closed, now softly gleams. I actually talked  to him. The cute new guy in my class. I mean, I know it sounds silly, but I've never really been good at making friends, let alone flirting. But something about him... he's just so easy to be around.    I was so nervous at first; my stomach was doing somersaults. I thought I’d just stare at him from afar forever. But then he sat at my table, and I realized I couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.   We talked about everything from the terrible cafeteria food to our favorite books. I couldn't believe how much we had in common. I felt a sensation so unfamiliar yet so comforting. It was as if a tiny bird had taken up residence in my ribcage. I wondered if he felt the same way. Did he see me as more than just a classmate? Or was I just another face in the crowd?   And when he asked me to hang out tomorrow after school, I almost fainted. Tomorrow! I’m going to spend time with him. Alone. It feels like a drea...

The house feels like a hollowed-out echo of itself. The laughter that once danced through these rooms like sunbeams now hangs heavy in the air. We’ve become two halves of a whole drifting apart like ships in a fog.   It’s as if an invisible force has crept between us. Once, there was a lush garden. We tended it together with every passing day. But now, a frost has descended upon our Eden, chilling our hearts and turning our once verdant paradise into a barren wasteland.   Mom keeps saying we need to spend more time together. She’s right, of course. But it’s not that simple. School, friends, our own worlds—they’ve pulled us apart. I miss the way things used to be. Oh, I miss you.   Weekends spent in separate rooms. I long for the days when our souls were entwined, when a single glance could convey volumes. Now, our conversations are reduced to awkward silences and polite nods. It’s like walking on eggshells.   I find myself wandering through the house like a lost soul...

Seeing you there, under the rain, head buried in your hands, felt like a punch to the gut. It mirrored the storm raging inside me. One we both unleashed on each other earlier. Looking at you, I saw the reflection of my own hurt. And a strange wave of relief washed over me. At least we were hurting together. These past few hours, the silence in this apartment has been deafening. It feels like years have passed, not just a few angry words. Staring at that picture of us, so happy and carefree, felt like looking through a cracked window at a life we might be losing. Is this it? Is this how our story ends? After all the laughter, the secrets whispered under the covers, and the dreams we shared like constellations in the night sky? Do we just let it all crumble because of a stupid fight? Maybe I was wrong to walk out. Maybe I should have fought harder and reached out across the chasm we created with our words. But the truth is, I was scared. Scared of losing you, of losing us. This love we h...

For so long, I've been a docile sea, mirroring your every mood, every whim. I clung to you like an ivy, my roots entwined with yours. But over time, the earth beneath me trembled. And I found myself sinking in quicksand. Your light turning into a suffocating grip.   Every breath is a struggle. I swear, I loved you. But something inside me died tonight. I know this might sound harsh, but I can’t ignore it anymore.   Once, you were my sun, warming my world with your golden gaze. I used to think your love was the strongest factor in my realm, the only thing that mattered. But in the hushed hours, something shifted. It was like a floodgate breaking, and all the feelings I’ve been holding back came rushing out. Slowly, the sun became a scorching inferno, and the rain drowned me in your demands.   I know you meant well. You wanted to keep me safe. But in trying to shield me from the world, you ended up shielding me from myself. I lost sight of who I am, what I like, and what I ...

Sometimes I look at our corner of comfort, and I wonder how we got so lucky. We may not explore distant lands, but we find joy in the little things. Now as I’m sitting here, watching your profile as you stir your hot chocolate, I feel a warmth spread through me like the glow of these fairy lights. My heart finds its truest home in the rhythm of your breath beside me.   Our love story isn’t about public displays. It’s etched in the soft curve of our smiles, the comfortable silence, and the way our hands find each other without a second thought.   I cherish the evenings with you. The way you look at me, like I’m the only person in the room. In that intimate space, surrounded by the gentle hum of our favorite songs, time seems to slow down, and our souls intertwine. Oh, I feel most deeply loved. Utterly and completely yours. “You are the love story I never knew I needed, but the one I can’t imagine living without.” Sometimes I wonder if our love is ordinary, but then I remember t...

We haven’t been saying enough. Maybe that’s the problem. Because if we had, wouldn’t you have known how much that party hurt? When you talk about unwinding with the guys, it feels like you’re talking about shedding a part of yourself—a part that fits me. Like suddenly, I don’t belong in that world you want to escape to. I thought we were building something together. Not parallel universes that only intersect at convenient moments. Do you remember when you told me you loved the way my laugh echoed in the empty library? Now you talk about needing space, like my presence is a burden. Maybe I’m asking for too much, but I don’t want to be an afterthought in your weekend plans. I want to be the sunrise you chase, the laughter that fills the silence, and the constellation you navigate by. Tell me, is that too much to ask? Because if it is, then maybe the promises we made under that starlit sky were nothing but whispers carried away by the wind. You see, I have this vision of us under fairy li...

You sat there with a jaw clenched like granite. Backpack slung across your shoulder. As much as it hurt, you had to go. I wouldn’t dare hold you back. But it felt like you were taking a piece of myself with you, leaving behind a desolate landscape where our happiness might have blossomed. We both knew it wouldn’t work, but part of me wanted to try anyway. But holding on would’ve been a losing battle. You likened it to grasping at smoke. But even smoke leaves a faint scent. Two years. Two years of us. We were more than high school sweethearts. We built a universe where our dreams intertwined. I was so naive. Clinging to the hope that somehow we could rewrite the ending. “But reality isn’t a love story, is it?” you said. I knew he was right logically. But logic couldn’t mend the gaping hole in my chest. I crumpled onto the bed. The empty space beside me screaming your name in my ears. I keep replaying your touch, the way you looked at me, but it feels like a memory from a different lifet...

Do you even hear yourself? “We were kids then.” We were young, sure, but those weren’t just fleeting fancies. They were ours. The kind that bloomed in the bleachers, fueled by stolen glances and nervous touches. Graduation night, senior year. When we snuck out after the ceremony. The whole town was asleep, but our hearts were wide awake. We were lying there in the field. The sky ablaze with shooting stars. Then we swore under the pale moonlight that nothing would ever tear us apart. You used to write my name on your arm in permanent marker, just to prove your love was indelible. Seems that marker must have run dry a long time ago. We were going to be that annoyingly in-love couple everyone secretly envied. We were going to conquer high school together. You let me believe in forever. Now it feels like such a cruel joke. Because somewhere along the way, you turned the page. You moved on to a new chapter, one where I wasn’t the leading lady anymore. I guess happily ever after wasn’t part ...

If you could see inside my head right now, it would be a mess. Feels like it's going to rip me apart. You deserve to know, but the words feel too heavy to say out loud. Seeing the confusion in your eyes on the bus, it felt like a knife twisting in my gut. You, with your sunshine smile, a horizon so bright it blinds me for a second. You deserve a life with clear skies ahead, not the suffocating grey that's closing in on me. My world feels like it's shrinking. The little girl who used to chase butterflies with boundless energy is... fading. This stupid illness is stealing her from us piece by piece. There was hope that could give her a fighting chance. But that hope vanished today, like smoke on the wind. The poison on my tongue. How could I drag you into this maelstrom that threatens to drown me? You shouldn't have to carry this weight. You shouldn't have to see the cracks forming in the foundation of our castle. But pushing you away felt like a betrayal too. Of the ...

I saw it in your eyes, honey. That worry, that pressure you carried around like a heavy backpack. The truth is, I get it. This is your life, this is your passion. It’s been the soundtrack to your dreams for as long as I’ve known you. When you’re so wrapped up in something that lights up your entire existence, that’s when I fall for you all over again. Maybe it sounds silly, but even though the band is your dream, in that moment, all I wanted was to catch all the worry lines on your forehead and smooth them out. However, witnessing you so stretched thin that evening led me to the realization that perhaps you needed to be pulled back from the intensity, to remember the world with a steady pulse, the world with me in it. You didn’t need some pep talk or some grand strategy. You just needed someone who cared enough to hear the chaos in your head. And while you talked, a million things were buzzing in my head too. College applications, my parents’ constant bickering, and the fear of what th...

The storm outside was nothing compared to the one brewing inside me. We were supposed to have this perfect night. Popcorn scattering everywhere, sneaking in giggles under the cover of trailers, just the two of us. That's what I craved. But then the power died, plunging us into darkness, and all that resentment just burst. My words were sharper than a shard of glass. But seeing you slumped over there made me realize how wrong I was. This isn't the disaster I expected.      The flickering candlelight wasn't what I wanted. Yet it exposed everything—the truth etched on your face. The dark circles under your eyes hinting at sleepless nights. My stomach clenched with a sudden pang of guilt. You haven't been feeling well, but you were battling a cold, dragging yourself through the day just to see me. Surprised me with wildflowers, their colors defiant against the gloom. I didn't even notice them. Too busy pouting over a ruined night, I was blind to the effort you poured in...

    You know, there’s a funny thing about getting older. You start to appreciate the little things. Like the way sunlight catches on wrinkles just right, turning them into laugh lines. Or how a cup of tea can feel like a warm hug on a gloomy day. But most of all, I appreciate you, honey. Here we are, sitting on this porch swing, watching the fireflies dance in the twilight. It feels like just yesterday we were these awkward teenagers, stealing shy glances across the classroom. Remember when you tripped trying to impress me with a magic trick and ended up spraying glitter all over yourself? We laughed so hard our sides hurt. Life hasn’t always been sunshine and rainbows. We’ve had our share of storms, moments when the future felt uncertain, and doubt clouded our hearts. But through it all, you were my constant. My rock. The hand that held mine through thick and thin. You see, love isn’t always fireworks and grand gestures. Sometimes, it’s the quiet moments like this. The shared...

It’s funny how the little things can take on so much meaning when you’re miles away. Like the way the light catches your laugh lines, or the goofy grin that makes even the worst days a little brighter. All I have here is this stupid screen. And the silence between our last texts feels like an ocean I can’t swim across.   Maybe I overreacted earlier. I know things have been tough with the time difference and everything. But sometimes, the silence just screams, you know? It makes me wonder if you’re there on the other side of the world feeling the same things I am. The loneliness, the frustration, and the fear that maybe this distance is too much for us.   But then I remember our talk. The way your voice softened when I apologized, the honesty in your words when you admitted your own worries. It felt good to just be real with each other. To confess the doubts, the silly things we miss, and the dreams we share even when we’re apart.   Those dreams are what keep me going. The...

Maybe yesterday I was a hurricane—all noise and fury. But the truth is, the storm was brewing inside me for a while. My insecurities got the better of me. Like a dark cloud, it kept blocking the sun of your love. I clung to that night at the park when you called me a sunflower. You saw my need for light and the way I crave to feel seen. But somewhere along the way, that need turned into a fear that you wouldn’t be there. I know I messed up. I pushed you away instead of reaching for you. But here’s the thing: you’re not just the sun in my sky. You’re the comet streaking across it. Reminding me that the world is full of wonder. You challenge me, push me to grow, and maybe that scares me sometimes. But isn’t that what love is about? A beautiful mess of growing together? This fight woke me up. It made me realize I almost threw away something precious because of the thick fog clouding my needs. So here I was. With a heart full of hope, I spent all night painting. Not a sunflower, but a whol...

The light seems dimmer somehow, even though the sun just set. Maybe it’s the way my stomach clenches every time your phone buzzes. A silent question mark hanging in the air. I know, I know. You’re perfect. Star athlete, kind smile, always there to lend a hand. You see the art hiding in my notebook, the colors I didn’t even know I had, and you draw them out. But lately, those colors feel muted, like someone turned down the saturation. I don’t want to jump to conclusions. I hate the doubt, the way it twists my insides. But I can’t ignore it either. The memories I shove down of late nights at practice and hushed phone calls you swore were wrong numbers. Excuses I cling to as a lifeline in a storm of unease. Because trusting you is easier. It’s a delicate thing. And right now, it feels… cracked. It wasn’t even the message itself. It was the fear—this cold, slithering dread—that whispered, “What if there’s more?” What if, all this time, this perfect bubble we built was just an illusion? Ton...

  Sometimes I get so caught up in the storm inside my head that I forget the real world exists. It feels like a monstrous wave threatening to pull me under. But tonight, seeing you under that Ferris wheel, holding that cotton candy like a trophy for me, it snapped me back to reality. I know I haven’t been the best lover lately. Finals week is a monster. And sometimes it feels like it devours everything – my sleep, my sanity, even the thought of fun. But you, darling, you see right through it. You know how to reach me and how to pull me back from the brink with a goofy grin and a giant, lopsided panda. Tonight wasn’t just cotton candy and rides. It was a reminder that the stolen moments with you are worth more than all the greatest triumphs in the world. You make the world a little brighter, a little less scary. You’re my calm in the storm. And even though finals are still looming, I know I can face them because I have you cheering me on. Even if your best cheerleader happens to be ...

  The silence is deafening. It wasn’t always this way. This emptiness is not my companion, nor this cold screen the only one I confided in. Where did the laughter go? When did the easy conversations dry up, replaced by an awkward dance of stolen glances and forced smiles? It all happened so gradually. A slow erosion I didn’t even notice. Validation drug. Cheering crowd. I built a world that glittered on the surface but crumbled in my grasp. I convinced myself it was harmless. Like a fun escape. But the escape became a cage. And you’re on the outside, peering in with lost eyes. Oh, how I wish I could rewind. Trade a thousand praises for the warmth of your hand in mine. See the summer lakes return to your eyes. Sparkling with laughter, not hurt. What once was bridge became a wall now. Shutting you out further. The guilt weighs heavily on my chest. The memory of your question echoes in my mind: “It’s everything, lately. It’s like I barely exist since you erect this fence around your b...

It's been years since I last saw you, yet the memory of his warm smile and gentle voice still lingers in my thoughts. Where are you? This city now feels like an empty void.   We were oceans between us, yet intimately entwined. We promised forever. Night after night, we poured our hearts out. We longed to bridge the gap, to feel the warmth of each other's touch, and to hear the rhythm of our hearts beating as one.   Then, darkness descends, swallowing you whole. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and still, no sign of you. A venomous tendril suffocating my hope. My heart shattered into a million pieces. You vanished without a trace, leaving behind a ghost of your smile.   I searched for you tirelessly. Scouring every corner of the world, but to no avail. Each drop that falls is a sorrow I cannot voice. My darling, where are you?   Now, years later, I sit alone in my apartment. I've learned to live with the pain. They say I moved on. But how can one truly move on...

It feels like a fever dream. Sweat-slicked skin. The scent of youth and adrenaline fills the air. He's so close. His eyes bore into mine. My heart pounds against my ribs. I wanna push him away, to run, but my body yearns for him. A strange sensation blooms in my core, spreading through my veins like wildfire. His lips brushing against my ear. His hands find my waist, tugging me into his arms. His touch is both gentle and demanding. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest. Breaking down my defenses, making me thine. With a trembling hand, I reach up and tangle my fingers in his hair. He groans. I lean in. Our lips meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss. I gasp as he finds the sweet spot. The intensity of it all is overwhelming and leaves me breathless. I'm losing control. I've never felt anything like it before. We melt into one as I give in, surrendering to the heat. The flames lick and dance, consuming my inhibitions. It's reckless, impulsive, and utterly intoxicating. ...

Under the watchful eye of the moon, I found myself mesmerized by him once again. The flames danced in his eyes, reflecting the same fire that burns within me.    There's an air of mystery about him. As if he knows exactly what buttons to push, what words to say to set my heart ablaze. I can't help but be captivated by his wit, that sharp intelligence that always leaves me breathless.    The passage of time has only deepened my admiration for him. The boyish charm has faded, replaced by a man's confidence and allure. I'm drawn to you.   His cheekbones are sharp and defined. Yet his lips are full and inviting. I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to trace their shape with my fingertips, to taste the sweetness of his kiss.   The mere thought of his touch sends shivers down my spine. I long to lose myself in his embrace, to feel the warmth of his body against mine. To explore the depths of his soul. He's a work of art. God, I fear I'm hopelessly...

I never thought waking up 15 minutes earlier would actually feel this good. The sunrise this morning was breathtaking, all shades of pink and orange. I savored my tea. No distractions. Just the quiet sounds of the city waking up.  The smoothie was a bit of a struggle today. I think I overdid it with the spinach. It tasted a bit earthy. But hey, at least I tried! I'm learning to be okay with imperfect victories.  Reading tonight was pure bliss. I'm finally getting into this historical fiction novel. It's like stepping back in time. I love how it transports me to another world, away from the constant noise and demands of the day.  I'm still surprised at how much better I feel. My anxiety isn't completely gone, but it's definitely more manageable. I'm not as easily overwhelmed by things anymore. I think it's because I'm finally starting to listen to myself.