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I never understood love. I hated how it made people weak. Then I met you.

I broke my fast. Are you proud of me? But it didn’t feel good. When it's not you, nothing feels right.

(I love you and wish you were still my baby)

Since I can't be with you and there is nothing I can do about it, all I do is write.

We've officially been broken up for longer than we were together, I guess that's something that I'm used to.

I do not love lightly. I love with every fiber of my being. I love until it consumes me completely, until I am swallowed whole. Even when...

Unfortunately, I will never understand why love is not enough.

Why is love so cruel?

Loving you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, not because you were hard to love, but because I had to confront myself. I had to face my fears and past trauma when it came to relationships. Being with you triggered me in more ways than one. In the beginning, it felt possible to heal with you by my side. But as time went on, some fears became impossible to ignore. And now that we are finally done, I have realized what letting you go truly meant for me. I no longer fe

I hate you.

I went on a date. A beach date. But as I stood there, I couldn't help but think, The last time I was at the beach was with you. He was...

Each night, as I close my window, I glance down, Hoping, wishing desperately to see you standing there. A boombox in hand, a poster...

Is it normal to feel this way? Is it normal to move at the pace we are? Is your obsession with me normal? Is it okay for me to bask in...

Nerves consumed me as I walked down the stairs. You stepped out of the car, your tall, slender frame coming into view. The smile that lit...

How can I let you go? Why should I let go of someone I love? How can I let you go? Why must I pretend I’m unaffected by our silence? How...

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

The smile on your face, the twinkle in your eyes, the gum you chewed, the white shirt you wore, the rose you gifted me, the flowers...

I told myself you were my first love. I told you that you were my first love. I was consumed by you— Every thought, every desire revolved...

Here I am, longing for a man who does not love me. Here I am, aching for a man who does not care. Here I am, missing a man who seems...

I remember all the other times I wrote about being "lost," But then I was wishing to be found. This time, that’s not the case. Now, I don't even recognize myself anymore. My dreams, my aspirations Even the simplest joys that once gave me happiness They’ve all faded. When did I stop doing the things I loved? When did fear creep in and take over? I don't recognize myself anymore. I miss the old me. She was fearless, bold, and courageous. She believed she could conquer the world