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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
Unhealed wounds linger within, affecting love and reactions. Avoiding them leads to decay. True healing involves confronting pain, which ultimately allows for freedom. Facing the truth transforms suffering into acceptance and liberation from the past.
I told you I missed talking to you—and all you gave me was “ah.”Just two letters.That was the last piece of you I ever received.Not a goodbye, not a pause—just silence dressed up as indifference. It came after I let myself be seen—after I admitted my feelings had been bruised,that something in me had started…
I closed my eyes—and there you were, right beside me, like you had always belonged there. Your lips met mine with a quiet intensity that quickly grew into something deeper, something consuming. I felt it everywhere—the pull, the need, the undeniable connection drawing me closer to you. Your hands moved over me with urgency, like…
On the first day of longing, the narrator grapples with the absence of a loved one, masking feelings during daily routines while reflecting on shared intimacy and the painful transition to estrangement, questioning mutual feelings.
Let me have this moment… just this once, where I take control of you. My fingertips move over you slowly, deliberately, like I already know exactly what I’m doing to you. I take my time, tracing over your body, feeling the way you react even when you try not to. You’re strong, and you don’t…
You used to livein the soft glow of my favorites—a name lit uplike a small sunat the top of my days. One touchand there you were.Easy.Certain.Familiar. But somewherebetween the silenceand the things we never said,you slippedwhere old things go—memories filedbut not erased. Now you livewhere forgotten things breathe dust,between old messagesand versions of myselfI barely…
