MEL RYLE

Melon Diaries. Author & Artist. Lover of Watermelon Designs.

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You have the power to make things happen if you will it. Hard work and dedication goes a long way.

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The closer you are, the more you see the flaws.

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Lone Red (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/XBLiqz2yOz Rhoane - Roe - Knightley is the last line from one of the ruling family of the Custodian, a human hybrid who protects the balance of the mystical and realistic world. At age nine, she witnesses her family being slaughtered by rouge Lycan, a man-wolf shifter, who the Custodians protect and hide from humans. For nine years, Roe was raised by …

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Beautiful Mistake (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/b5JMNM1yOz Kyla almost had it all. Except for her love life. It was nearly three month after she and her heartless ex were no longer in a relationship status. Her friends though it was time to move on and start fresh, yet she didn't think so. So they decided it was time to do the post break-up tradition. A one night stand with a stranger. At first she though…

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The Reason Why (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/YsukX40yOz With a scandalous divorce battle, multi-millionaire Kyle Elliot decided to move out of the limelight. He decided to get away towards a different environment with a fake identity. Thanks to his best friend and secretary, Luke Bailey, everything was set. Kyle thought his exile would be nothing but boredom and a lot of reflection about his past. He n…

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Thorns of Angels (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/UB3YS2SyOz When you are young, innocence was a blessing and a curse. At nine years old, Claire found that her perfect family and life was only an act. For one, they aren't like a normal family. Now twenty-three, she understood the darkness of her past. But it wasn't only her past that slowly lurks in her nightmares. She never expected how her past had become…

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Keeping the darkness at bay

My headache isn't going away. It's constantly there until it became as normal as breathing. I'm at my happiest point on my life, and I'm having frequent depression episode. I don't want a repeat, I really don't. I fought it off before. It wasn't worse then since I was mostly by myself. Now I have people in my life, it became difficult to find that peace. Ever wonder why I never liked crowd or just people in general? That is my trigger sense. And this will be very problematic since it will hinder me as I find my place in society. Depression isn't only psychological, it also affect a person physically.  Ever wonder, to those who knew, about the scars on my shoulder? That was how I used to realise it. I find it hard to believe that I'm like this, when I can see myself being someone else around other people. It makes me wonder how many personality I created in order to fight off the darkness within me, and pretend that I am okay. I know I'm not alone. I never was. But that doesn't mean it wouldn't happen to me. Even the most blessed person have experienced the same challenge as I have. And I am one of those blessed people. So, I am grateful to say that I've been living and fighting off my depression everyday. And even if I have thought of killing myself at some point. I didn't. When I understood the strength I have that many didn't know I had, it kept me going. But it doesn't mean I am cured. I'm have my moments. And all I can say is.... .... Thank you for those who made me smile when I can't do it by myself. And I thank God for giving me these people.

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There are times I forget what it means to be in love. Maybe that is why I love to write love stories. They help me remember the feeling.

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Love became like a game with a pattern I’ve slowly unlocked to be repetitious.

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Lost

I'm lost. I've come this far in life, but I'm lost.

I'm someone who is quiet, who is vulnerable, and keeps to myself. I don't bother with people, and I'm boring. And yet, I'm not that simple inside. I'm cut in half. I don't know who I am. Though, I know what I am, but not my sense of identity. What am I doing here? Why am I alive?

There is a darkness in me that lingers at the back of my mind and taunts me. It easily makes me angry, and confuse my personal judgement. I don't know who I am, and I'm lost. 

I don't know what to do, and it scares me sometimes. I want to cry and disappear. The darkness consumes me so easily, which is why I'm scared. 

But, I still laugh, I enjoy life. Yet, it is all sort of empty. I feel like it is lacking.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm trying to do the things that I neglected to do for myself. The things I though would make me happy. But, I'm miserable again.

I love the quietness and the eerie silence I hear on most days. But, sometimes, it becomes deafening. I try to do fun things alone to dull it out. I cherished each moment I made with myself, but nothing. I feel nothing.

I'm alone. It's peaceful, but it is also lonely.

I don't know who I am, and what to love or what to make myself contented. But, I am happy. Am I happy? Does smiling, laughing, enjoying a moment with yourself considered being happy? Am I truly happy with just myself?

For that, I don't know. 

I'm lost. Why, you might wonder? Because, I allowed myself to get lost in life.

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A man driven by love can do almost everything and anything, but at a cost of his own sanity

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That pain when you lost something you never had.

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I want to relive a moment where I have this urge to write something because I had to, not because I needed to. It was never an obligation. I want to start writing again because I had this great story that need to be written.

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It is hard to take a chance when you know there is no security in what you are going to invest.

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Knowledge is something you are not born with, but learn and experience

John Locke

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Let him fall in love with you before you fall in love with him. He would commit more in your relationship.

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Don't tell me

Don’t tell me you love me when the wind starts to whistle, or the ground shakes the earth into a frantic panic. My reply wouldnt be the same as when you make me smile, or when you hold me tight and kiss me good night.

Don’t tell me you love me because you realize it before things ends. I would know the intent of your words aren’t as pure as when I finally say the two words infront of a preacher on my wedding day.

Please tell me you love me like life itself. And tell me like your life doesn’t depend on it.

Just tell me in the moment when you know you love me for me. Not because you had to but because it is what you truly felt without the world telling you to say it.