LyraAshen

Storyteller of fleeting moments and silent thoughts!

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Life is always about love. And death too. We often miss that part.

From the book ‘Maybe You Should Talk to Someone’

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The entirety of my words originates from grief—the emotion I need every ounce of the universe to help me process.

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~from the letter you won't read!

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~ Excert from a book I will not write

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~ Excert from a book I will never write.

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From book I won't write.

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Nothing changed—the sky, the ocean, the horizon. Every breath, every moment, every space remains the same. Yet, everything feels different. Heavy. The void of his absence hangs over me like a ghost who lost its way. Still, nothing’s changed, and yet, everything is.

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Dear you, I might struggle calling you like we used to. World is yet to find words to describe this miserable connection. So I thought of "once lover, now stranger" perhaps?

Or were we lovers to begin with?