“Even in the buzz of lovely people, I was missing my own part of happiness, the part that lived in him—like he owned it. In every moment, my eyes found their way back to his. It wasn’t just my heart he captured; it was my soul, my eyes, my thoughts, my words—everything became his, as if I myself had become his.”
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC
"I saw something in them, hoping to feel the same in return.
I gave my words not to hurt — yet ended up hurting myself.
They chose them, I chose they, and now I don’t know what to do.
I crave them as much as I wish to push them away.
They became both my heart and my wound.
In this process, I still long for what we were —
but maybe there never was a ‘we’ at all.
I think of those blessed to have them.
They were my armor, and my blood that burns.
Maybe, in this lifetime, I was never meant to have them."
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC