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Thin blue rays of light trailing around my dark bedroom as I stare ahead, empty minded, aimless. Outside, branches are shaking aggressively as the rain continues to grow strong. I am surrounded by letters left unsent, lines written with passion, left unheard. They read like they were written by a lovesick lady for her beloved husband who is overseas. As I lay on the bed with the blanket coiling around my midriff, all I could think of is if he ever thinks of me as softly, and longingly as I think of him. ๐˜๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ, ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด I replay our night calls in my mind, and lament about the absence of him, the absence of the comfort he brought me, and it never fails to pull on my heart strings. I want to call him just to hear his voice, but my fingers, they tremble, and I put my phone away, choosing to dream of what never happened between us.
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:49 AM UTC
An Ode to Unsent Letters
Thin blue rays of light trailing around my dark bedroom as I stare ahead, empty minded, aimless. Outside, branches are shaking aggressively as the rain continues to grow strong. I am surrounded by letters left unsent, lines written with passion, left unheard. They read like they were written by a lovesick lady for her beloved husband who is overseas. As I lay on the bed with the blanket coiling around my midriff, all I could think of is if he ever thinks of me as softly, and longingly as I think of him. ๐˜๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ, ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ'๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด I replay our night calls in my mind, and lament about the absence of him, the absence of the comfort he brought me, and it never fails to pull on my heart strings. I want to call him just to hear his voice, but my fingers, they tremble, and I put my phone away, choosing to dream of what never happened between us.
Krish_E_S
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:49 AM UTC
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