They say out of sight, out of mind.
A cruel little proverb, elegant in theory and utterly useless in practice.
Because you vanished from my horizon, yet somehow found your way into the bloodstream of my thoughts.
I have loved after you. Laughed after you. Built entire tomorrows after you.
And still,
some reckless corner of my mind keeps lighting candles for a ghost that no longer lives here.
It’s almost comical.
How does a person leave and yet remain?
How does a chapter end while its echoes keep rewriting themselves in the margins?
You are no longer the story, yet your shadow still wanders through the paragraphs.
Perhaps this is my punishment for loving too deeply:
to be haunted not by your presence,
but by your persistence.
And sometimes I laugh at myself.
Imagine being in a perfectly good relationship while my mind occasionally takes an unauthorized detour through ancient history.
At this point, forgetting you feels less like healing and more like trying to evict a legend.
Will I ever get past you?
Or will you remain what all great tragedies become in the end:
a beautiful inconvenience,
a relic of a war long finished,
a star long dead,
still sending its light across my sky?
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:42 AM UTC
I love you so much
that sometimes it frightens me
how deeply my heart can feel for you.
I love you in the quiet parts of the day
in the middle of laughter
in the silence before sleep
in every moment where my soul whispers your name
like a prayer it refuses to forget.
And somehow, every day, it grows.
Yesterday could never contain
the love I feel for you today
and tomorrow will only make me love you more.
Because every piece of you you give me
every softness every flaw every hidden corner of your heart
pulls me deeper
like I am endlessly falling
and calling it home.
You make love feel alive
like poetry with a heartbeat
like the universe carefully placed
you in my life
just to teach me what it means
to feel everything at once.
And if love ever had a face
I think my heart would always search for yours.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
I dreamed we were going swimming,
and I was excited to go with them.
They left first,
and I told myself I would catch up
just let me change, just let me prepare.
But time in my dream betrayed me.
My hands were slow,
my body uncooperative,
like even my urgency couldn’t move me forward.
I kept delaying
finding water, warming it,
trying to get ready the right way,
as if perfection could still save the moment.
And while I was still not done,
they came back.
Laughter already lived without me.
The moment had passed
while I was still preparing for it.
And in that silence, I understood something painful
some chances don’t wait
for you to finally feel ready.
When I woke up,
I didn’t just see a dream.
I saw a lesson
about timing…
and letting go.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 2:02 AM UTC
He appeared again in my sleep,
dressed in familiarity
and polished in beauty.
A beautiful car,
the kind that distracts people
from the danger sitting inside it.
But this time,
even in my dream,
my soul remembered.
I knew what he had done to me.
Knew not to turn my back too long.
Knew evil does not always arrive ugly.
And when I woke up,
I realized something powerful
even my subconscious
no longer sees him as home.
Even my ancestors whisper:
“Protect your gentle soul.”
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 1:31 AM UTC
They handed me strength
before I was old enough
to know how heavy it was.
So I learned
to swallow my needs whole,
to carry silence like duty,
to become a home
for everyone else’s storms.
Now love arrives softly
and I still flinch at it.
Hands reach out to help me
and instinct tells me
to say, “I’m fine.”
Because first-born daughters
are raised like bridges
built to hold weight,
even when they are cracking underneath.
And sometimes I wonder
who teaches the strong girl
that she is allowed
to rest too.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 11:59 PM UTC
Heartbreaks are expensive.
I know that now.
I’ve loved other people after him,
but something in me changed
and never fully healed back.
I became anxious, distant,
careful with my feelings,
always expecting disappointment
even when love feels genuine.
He moved on with his life.
I stayed behind carrying the habits,
the fear,
and the emotional damage
the relationship left in me.
Sometimes I miss the person I was
before I learned how painful love could be.
So now I protect my heart differently.
Because some people leave your life,
but never leave your mind,
your patterns,
or the way you love after them.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
I used to ask myself that and honestly, I didn’t see how it ever could.
But from my own experience… yes, it does.
It doesn’t just disappear or get erased.
It changes shape.
The memories are still there,
their name still comes up sometimes,
but it doesn’t hit the same anymore.
My chest doesn’t tighten the way it used to,
and my body doesn’t react like I’m back at the beginning again.
It still hurts a little…
but it’s a softer kind of hurt now.
One that doesn’t break me open, just reminds me.
And slowly, I learned that this is what “getting better” really is…
not forgetting them, but learning how to carry it with the pain a little less each time.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
Some people don’t even have to be present
to change the way your body feels.
Just one thought of them
and suddenly your heart forgets how to stay calm,
your stomach folds into nervous little knots,
and memories start breathing again.
It’s scary, honestly,
how a person can live inside you like that.
How their absence still reaches you
like they never really left at all.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
I think about the girl I used to be
and feel sorry for her sometimes.
People would look at me and say,
“You’re so beautiful.”
And I’d laugh it off
like they were talking about someone else.
Because all I remember from those years
is insecurity.
Hiding.
Overthinking every little thing.
Trying to survive myself quietly.
I wish I had lived more.
Worn the outfit.
Taken the picture.
Believed the compliment.
Stopped caring so much about what was wrong with me.
Maybe that’s my biggest regret
not that I wasn’t beautiful,
but that I never allowed myself to feel it.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
I think about the girl I used to be
and feel sorry for her sometimes.
People would look at me and say,
“You’re so beautiful.”
And I’d laugh it off
like they were talking about someone else.
Because all I remember from those years
is insecurity.
Hiding.
Overthinking every little thing.
Trying to survive myself quietly.
I wish I had lived more.
Worn the outfit.
Taken the picture.
Believed the compliment.
Stopped caring so much about what was wrong with me.
Maybe that’s my biggest regret
not that I wasn’t beautiful,
but that I never allowed myself to feel it.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC