Weekends feel the heaviest. When the world slows down, memories become louder. Sometimes I wonder why the heart still waits for someone who chose their ego over everything else. A small part of me sti
Every day of no contact feels a little heavier. I tell myself I’m strong, I stay silent, I don’t reach out… but some days I miss him a little extra. I wonder how some people move on so easily, l
Why is it that the one who loves truly is always the one who ends up hurting, while the one who loved half-heartedly walks away so easily? The real ones stay loyal, stay soft, stay hopeful… and that
Some people don’t say goodbye… they just disappear. No explanation. No closure. Just silence where words were promised. And the hardest part isn’t losing them — it’s fighting the thousand un
I tried to hold on even after being manipulated and blocked everywhere. I know he is not right for me, and I don’t want dominating people in my life. Still, every time my phone rings or a message co