Golden Hours

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...