Golden Hours

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...