Golden Hours

You tossed out those three words so casually, yet they sliced through me deeper than any blade ever could. All the memories we made over the years had been reduced to absolutely nothing. And the cruelest cut is you didn't even glance my way. I'm just another stranger, not the girl who knew the exact shade of blue your eyes became when you were happy. How could we possibly be so utterly over? I laid everything bare for you, and it was a torment I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Every last piece of me was yours until you gambled it all away. So, now I watch the world blur past. All smeared greys and muted blues. Is this truly all that's left of us? I've got this gnarly knot that twists in my gut, and I know I should despise you. But underneath, there’s just this empty space where we used to be. And God, how I needed you to be okay. Even as a tiny voice inside me screamed that it was a bottomless pit, I threw in my heart along with my savings. I told myself it was f...

You're with her. I know you are. Probably holding her hand or even kissing her. Your smile is brighter than the summer sun I'm desperately trying to ignore. Do you think of me sometimes? 'Cause I remember the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled at me, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. Does it ever cross your mind too? You said you were single. And I believed you foolishly. Hoped against hope that maybe there was a chance for us. But love, it seems, rarely follows the rules of logic. It chose her. The girl with hair like rich earth and a figure of ethereal grace. The girl who probably makes you feel like the luckiest man alive. I thought things might be different this time. That maybe, for once, I wouldn't be the one left with the shattered pieces. But I'm always wrong, aren't I? You said 'yes' to her. Just like that. So easy. Like flipping a switch. I keep telling myself it's over. But I remain here, watching you two disapp...

You were about to say the words I already knew. Those stormy sea eyes I’ve come to adore. We couldn't, could we? But I couldn't live another day in the grayness of our old life. This place has become a gilded cage. My soul yearns for open spaces. And more than anything, it yearns for you. I know, it sounds crazy. Giving up everything for a feeling . Everyone tells you to be sensible. But what’s sensible about a life lived without passion and joy? What’s sensible about settling for less when your heart is screaming for more? The worry etched on your brow. But the love that flickered in your gaze like a persistent ember. It's not just about escaping the concrete canyons. It's entirely about you . It's about waking up every morning next to you. It's about crafting a life with you under such a grand, star-dusted sky that awakens a deep ache in my city-weary heart. The touch of your lips last night was more than just a kiss. It was a promise of facing anything togeth...

The fear in your eyes still haunts me. To think of you facing such a terrifying proposition… it felt like the very ground beneath me was crumbling. You'd give your life for duty. But I only want you for me.  I told you the truth. That your life is the most precious thing to me. I painted you a picture of our future. But what if it wasn't a hypothetical? What if it was real? Would I be strong enough to say, "Live for us"? The thought makes my stomach churn. I don't want to think about it. I want to bury it deep within me and pretend it doesn't exist. But the shadow lingers. It threatens to consume us both. You speak of sacrifice. But what is more heroic than a life filled with the simple, everyday magic of being together? You think you need a noble cause. But your greatest purpose is me, and my greatest joy is you.  Oh, darling, how I cherish every beat of your heart, every breath you take. I want your laughter. That deep rumble that shakes your whole body, ech...

The clatter of forks and the hushed murmur of conversation faded into a distant hum. All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart. You sit there with your hands covering your face. And all I see is the ghost of the boy I loved. The lines of your face etched with a grief that mirrored my own. This isn't how it was supposed to be. How could you let it slip away like that? All those years of stolen kisses under the summer sky reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye. I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. I cried until I couldn't breathe, until my throat burned, until my vision blurred. Every curious glance felt like a spotlight on us. I don't know how long we sat there. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore. I pushed back my chair and fled the restaurant.  I left you there, sitting alone, surrounded by strangers. You didn't chase me. You didn't even try. But I can sense the weight of your gaze on my back as I walk through the rain. I didn...

You kept fiddling with your coffee cup. Across the table, your eyes darting everywhere but at me. And the air between us thrummed with unspoken tension. I've known you forever, but only now did I truly see you. The mask of composure slipped. The untamed fear that made my breath catch in my throat. You, the one who always seemed to hold the reins, were suddenly a colt startled by a sudden storm. I longed to intertwine our fingers and reassure you that it was alright to feel this way. For my own heart was racing just as fast. And the current swift that courses through my veins with every brush. Your hand was so warm in mine, baby. All the fear melted away in that instant. It was just you and me, two souls trembling on the precipice of something undeniably real. Next, you whispered words that made my soul unclench and stir. Lost in your gaze in this sacred space. You smiled. The kind that reached your eyes. Icy grip finally blighted just then. Sparks. That's all I can describe it ...

Summer spent at the lake. We swore we'd never let anything come between us. Our souls intertwined like vines. I don't know what to do anymore, darling. It started subtly, I think. My heart aches with a longing I cannot explain. It's like a melody stuck on repeat.  Our conversations are short now. I wish I could just talk to you about the shadows that dance in my mind and the anxieties that clutch at my heart. But how can I when you're always just a click away from a thousand other voices? And I tried to grasp it all. But even though every fiber of my being screams that I should celebrate your joy, there's a quiet sadness in knowing my place is now empty. Like I'm an old record, gathering dust while you're out exploring the world that doesn't include me.  Maybe I'm being selfish. I'm clinging to the past. But the thought of losing you, it feels like a piece of me is breaking off. I just wish you knew how much I value you, babe. Now, I watch from a...

How did we go from being two halves of a whole to strangers sharing the same air? I’m a shipwrecked sailor, clinging to the remnants of hope, while the waves crash against me. And it's another day without you. Living in a black and white movie. Everything reminds me of you. The smell of coffee in the morning, the way the sunlight filters through the curtains, even the sound of the rain tapping on the windowpane. I find myself wandering through memories. They all are both a comfort and a torture. They keep you alive in my heart, but they also remind me of how much I miss you. My heart is a fractured mirror, reflecting only shattered images of us. Every piece of me aches with the absence of your love. Sometimes, I catch myself holding my breath, waiting for you to walk through the door. It’s like a part of me is missing. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to find it. We were once two trees. Our roots intertwined, drawing strength from each other. But now, I stand alone in thi...

The train whistle screams. I'm staring out the window, watching the city shrink behind me. Your face flashes in my mind. That haunted look in your eyes, the way you avoided my gaze. Still it echoes in my ears. You said you'd miss me. But did you really mean it? Or was it just something to say to make the goodbye easier? The "buts" that threatened to tear us apart. Everything feels brittle, like delicate glass ornaments shattered on a concrete floor. I really want to believe in us. But with every relentless drop of rain, seeming to wash away the remnants of our promises. Just let me lose myself in the comforting scent of your skin for one more time. You said we still had time to make it work. But the words tasted like ashes in my mouth. Because how can we when life is already pulling us apart? Every mile stretching between us will be a thousand tiny cuts, chipping away at the fragile thread that binds us. I should feel thrilled to be starting this new chapter. But all ...