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The Lesson in Love ...
She learned the map of all his fears, The shifting tides, the silent years. She bent like branches in the rain, To keep him warm, to ease his pain. She wore her softness like a vow, Then lost the shape of who and how, Each word she spoke was measured light, The keep the peace, avoid the fight. She dimmed the spark, she closed the door, On parts of love, she loved before. The books, theā¦
Timing Trauma and The Art of Soul-Deep letters: A review of In The Likely Event.
I just came up for air after finishing Rebecca Yarrosās In The Likely Event, and letās just say my sleep schedule is officially non-existant. I inhaled this in a single day. When a book hooks you with dual timelines and alternating POVās, youāre basically signing a contract to stay awake until the final page. The Dynamics: Rip & Beth Energy in Combat Boots. The Dynamics between the leads gaveā¦
The Last Letter by Rebecca Yarros- BookReview
The Weight He Carries.
He wears the silence, like a second skin. A war, for no soul outside to enter in. He paces through shadows, anger at his side. Pretending that distance helps the hurt subside. She sees the storm he buries in his chest. The sleepless guilt that never makes him rest. The way regret sits heavy in his mind, a chaos born from leaving love behind. He built his world with rough callousedā¦
Starside A Journey Through the Dark & Divine
Distance Between Air & Shadow
Two signs in orbit, bound yet misaligned. A scale that seeks, a shadow heart confind. One leans for truth, for balance, open air. The other guards what it refuses to share. Libra turns with grace toward what is said, While ScorpioĀ retreats inside itās head. Where one brings light to weigh and understand, the other hides his fire under the sand. A dance of push and pause, of near and thenā¦
The Absence Of Your Person.
I wish I could explain this hollowed space, The quiet grief, that time cannot erase. They say all loss, is something we can endure, But this, this ache- feels endless, deep, and pure. To lose your person, half of what you are, Leaves something fractured, broken from afar. Not just their absence sitting in your room, But parts of you laid gently in a tomb. It wakes with you in the morningā¦
Brimstone: Dragons, Missing Answers, and a Fox that needs a job.
Something in the Silence.
The morning of the 21st, he left tired, almost soft. His goodbye hung in the doorway, like he wasnāt fully gone. He came back, but not really -just a body in the space, while something in his silence, started taking up his place. Her messages went unanswered, Her calls just disappeared. And every weekend he was gone, before the morning cleared. She kept writing letters, trying toā¦
Quicksilver: Morally Grey Chaos, Fey Confushion & Why am I still thingking about this?
I picked up Quicksliver expecting a good time. (Because heaven only knows how else I can escape life atm) I did not expect to be dragged into a full emotional spiral featuring morally grey chaos, enemies-to-lovers tension, and the kind of āburn the world for youā energy that just hits different. (I mean honestly does this even exist in this world) Letās start with the main character- becauseā¦
Language Of You.
26 Years of learning the rythm Of your footsteps as you reached the door. 26 Years of shaping my life Around your goals Your moods Your storms Your light. I became fluent in the language of you. I learned when the silence meant worry, When distance meant stress. When laughter meant you are finally okay. I carried your dreams. Like they where my own. Watered them. Protectedā¦
The Things We Leave Unfinished- A Love Story with a Twist You Wont See Coming.
I just finished The Things We Leave Unfinished by Rebecca Yarrosā¦and Iām still sitting with that ending. This book surprised me in the best way. What starts as a romance slowly unfolds into something deeper ā layered with love, loss, family history, and a twist I definitely didnāt see coming. At first the alternating timelines and characters felt a bit jarring. Moving between past and present,ā¦
The Sun Finally Rises: Why the Empire Trilogy is the Ultimate Dark Fantasy Remix.
The House
The house knows measured threads. Cups untouched. Words unsaid. They learned to breathe in borrowed air. Two bodies close, but not quite there. Some loves donāt end, they lose sound. Always circling, but never around. If it returns, it wonāt be loud. Just a quiet whisper through the crowd. NM
A Strangers Echo
Silence drips where hands once met,A room alive, yet cold as debt.I reach for warmth, itās never there,Love left, a ghost in empty air.We speak in shadows, not in the light,Two souls together, one in flight.I stand alone where we should be,A strangers echo staring back at me.
When Silence Becomes The Room You Live In.
Thereās a strange weight to days of silence. It settles in the chest, slow and heavy, like someone dropped a stone on your lungs and told you to breathe around it. The weirdness of the distanceā¦ the sharpness of last words ā¦ Itās all jarring in a way I canāt quite name. And maybe the worst part is that I donāt understand it, no matter how many times I turn it over in my mind. I know thereāsā¦
The Space of Forgetfulness
I called him on Friday because something cracked open and he is my person ā the one I reached for without thinking. He didnāt pick up. I waited for years to be remembered. Waited for him to choose me, reach back. I gave him space to breathe, to find footing, to carry his storms. But somewhere in all that spaceā¦ He drifted. He left. He built a new world, where I donāt exist- A newā¦