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It was 5 am, and we were standing on the balcony. He had me cornered against the edge. Above us,…

Oh, but what made me sad was something so silly. Her. It had to be her. Or maybe that’s just where…

It was like playing with fire. I felt alive for the first time in a long time, like the parts of me…

I miss being able to write for leisure. There are always too many reports to write or too many…

You’re my something borrowed. Not in the romantic sense people usually mean it, but in the way…

I read your message and locked my phone away. Then I picked it up again, opened it, and read it a…

I’m trying to enjoy my freedom in a place that watched me grow. I’ve been coming to this island…

I’m the slow burn. Not the girl you fall in love with instantly. Not the one who walks into a room…

It’s chipping away at my soul, waiting for you to reach out. And then I think maybe I was too…

Ah, you’ve got to love the beginnings. The ego trips. The push and pull. Drawing someone in just…

You know that feeling when you miss a step and tumble down a flight of stairs? Your body collides with every sharp edge on the way down, each impact hurting a little differently from the last. There’s no way to stop it. You just keep falling until you finally hit solid ground. Bruised. Injured. Humiliated. Not just from the pain, but from the helplessness of it all. That’s how he found…

There are some pains in life you convince yourself you have outgrown. Certain heartbreaks, certain humiliations, certain emotional collapses you swear will never find their way back to you once you become older, wiser, more self-aware. You tell yourself that experience alone should have made you immune to this kind of unraveling. That at this age, after everything you have already survived, you…

I think life, the way we know it, is beautiful because we wake up every day and grow a little every day. We learn more, we meet different people, we experience different perspectives, and we witness so many different lives. Recently, I came across a quote, probably from a movie, that asked: why do people get married? And the obvious answer was, duh, because you love them. Right? And then the…

It’s been far too long since I’ve written like this. For a while, my words were weaponised against me, and somewhere in the aftermath of that, the part of me that knew how to write disappeared too. My feelings stopped romanticising things. There were no more curated movies in my head, no background music, no slow-motion heartbreaks. Just reality. Sharp and unfiltered. I’ve grown, I…

Attachment is a strange, almost humorous thing. It begins with a stranger. A person who exists in the world without weight in yours. Their face is just another face. Their name just another name. Their hands, just hands. And then one day you sit across from them. You notice the shape of their jaw. The way their beard frames their mouth. The quiet curve of their lips when they almost smile.…

You see, he’s not perfect, and he doesn’t pretend to be.He doesn’t feed me pretty lies or promise me forever.He’s never looked at me in a way that made me feel small.I have no reason to hate him. No reason to fear him. And yet, I do. Because eventually, somehow, they always do.Or maybe I will before he gets the chance. My mind has never exactly been gentle with me either. You see, I once…

He says,“I’ve got something for you.” And I’m in bed, folded into myself.Curtains half drawn.Heart half open.Carrying the kind of day that settles on your chest without warning, without permission. Just heavy.Then the door opens. And there he is. Lilies in his hand.My favorite.Of course he knows. There’s something about the way he walks in. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just, gentle. Like he…

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