Sometimes, love meets us in a moment when we are not ready to receive it fully. Or we are, and they are not. The reasons vary. Timing. Distance. Circumstances neither of you could change. Still, it leaves you with the ache of unfinished conversation and the weight of unspoken goodbyes. It’s a strange thing—to become strangers with someone who knows…
You don’t always lose someone in a dramatic, cinematic way. Sometimes, you just stop speaking. You drift. The messages grow shorter. The silence grows louder. And before you know it, you are two people carrying pieces of each other’s truth—no longer in each other’s lives, but never entirely out of them. There are people we do not speak of, not…
There’s something deeply unsettling about someone who knows your truths. Not the curated, social-media-friendly truths, but the raw ones—the ones you whisper into the dark and hope no one hears. When that person becomes a stranger, it feels like walking around with your soul slightly ajar. The silence between ex-lovers isn’t empty. It’s loud. It’s filled with all the conversations…
Let’s start with a hard truth: love, no matter how real, doesn’t always mean forever. Sometimes it means for now, and occasionally, it means until one of us figures out how to function like a semi-stable adult. The idea that “if the love is real, we’ll see each other again” sounds romantic, but it can also be a very convenient…