Golden Hours

The last bell rings, signaling the end of another mundane day. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it felt like the world shifted just a little bit. You asked me to walk home with you! I could barely breathe the whole time.   I've always admired you from afar. Every time I see you, I feel a flutter in my chest. Your eyes are deep and bright; steal my soul day and night. I tried so hard not to stare, but it was impossible. I've always been a dreamer, lost in books and fantasies. But now, reality feels more magical than any story I've ever read.   To think, just a few weeks ago, you were an unattainable dream. Now, we savor comfortable moments and even exchange words. Every interaction is a spark, igniting fire within me. It was the most wonderful feeling.    And so we walk. The bustling city fades into the background, replaced by the rhythm of our footsteps and the silent conversation of our hearts. The air between us crackles with delicate tension. Secret smile an...

You sit across from me. I can't believe we're here again, facing each other with such tension. It's exhausting. And we just can't seem to communicate properly. You always think you know best. You always think I'm being too sensitive or making a big deal out of nothing. I wish you'd try to understand. Just once. Just try to see things from my perspective. Is that too much to ask? Always tiptoeing around your feelings. As if you expect me to anticipate your every whim. I know we both have our faults, but it feels like you're always the one who's right. Picking me apart, then casting me aside. But I'd perpetually hold onto it. You see only the calm facade I present to the world. You failed to see the storm raging within me. I'm not asking for perfection. I'm not asking for you to change who you are. But I do ask for just a little effort. A little empathy. A little compassion. Is that too much to hope for?  Maybe I should just give up this time.

You know how they say, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me"? Well, that's a load of rubbish when it comes to heartbreak. It's pretty hard to heal that kind of pain. So, it's best to be nice or just zip it.   ***   To be honest, I haven't really felt like talking to anyone, let alone myself.    Just the sound of your name makes my chest tighten. It's been weeks, maybe even a month, since you said those awful things. "Too sensitive," you scoffed. It still echoes in my head, stinging like a thousand tiny bee stings. As if my feelings were some kind of childish game I was playing. I feel like I'll never be able to shake off that feeling of being broken.    It's not like I was trying to be dramatic. It really did hurt. Like someone had taken a hammer to my heart and just kept on swinging. School is a torture chamber these days. Every hallway, every corner of the cafeteria, reminds me of you. Of us. I catch mysel...

This morning, it felt like my brain was a radio station stuck on static. Every little noise just amplified itself into a cacophony of fear. I tried to ground myself. The rhythmic tapping of my pencil against the notebook offered a semblance of control. But the fog seemed to grow thicker. Ready to consume me. It's like being trapped in a nightmare where I'm both the dreamer and the terrified figure. I know it's not real, but it feels so damn real. I wish I could just switch off like a light switch. But my mind is relentless.  Each thunderclap echoes in my ears. The simple act of getting out of bed feels like climbing a mountain. Every task seems insurmountable, no matter how small. I long for the days when worries were simple, when a bad grade or a fight with a friend was the worst of it, and the joy was effortless. Now, it's this underlying dread that colors everything. I'm tired of feeling tired. Tired of fighting this invisible enemy. The world seems filled with p...

My heart's been torn and frayed. Yearning for the calm that had once graced our shores. It bears the scars of your absence. The empty chair at the dinner table and the silence in the house just make me miss you more. How could I have been so blind? I thought I knew you. But I was wrong. So very wrong.   Honey, I ache to see you smile again. I want to mend the broken pieces. I remember the day you left. You were lost, and I was powerless to help. I've spent countless nights awake, worrying and hoping for a miracle.   Now you're finally back after all those years. And I'm so overjoyed to have you home. I know you've been through so much. But I also feel a resentment that I try to suppress. You've caused so much pain. Not just to yourself, but to all of us.    You sit there. I try to offer comfort and show you that I still love you despite everything. But you pull away. Your eyes filled with the pain that mirrored my own. It's like a barrier I can't seem to...