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Love is restless, unsettled by uncertainty, often fractured by the weight of the dead past, and in a world like this, it can end before it ever begins. It should have been simple. That is what I keep telling myself. Love is patient, isn’t it? Love trusts. It waits, it stays, it believes. It is meant to feel steady, something that does not slip through your hands, something that feels like a place to rest. But no one tells you that love is also afraid. Afraid of timing, of being too much or not enough, of the silent distance between two broken people who are still learning to heal. Still, something in me wonders if love could really disappear, or only waits somewhere beyond reach, persistent in ways I have yet to understand. And perhaps the right person was never meant to complete me, only to challenge me to become whole on my own. M. | of songs & home April 2026

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"If it hurts, it’s okay to be upset. Do what you need to do, take your time. But tell me, tell me exactly when it hurts, what it is that hurts you. I will be here. Always." He said it so simply, as if it were nothing, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be upset, to feel, to admit where it hurts. No one had ever spoken to me that way before. No one had ever asked me to name my pain instead of hiding or enduring it. I think that was the moment something in me shifted. Not all at once, not enough to break down the walls I had built so carefully, but enough to let something unfamiliar slip through. Something quiet. Something dangerous. Something that felt a lot like the beginning of falling, not because the walls came down, but because for the first time I realized someone was willing to stand outside them and wait. I told myself it was nothing. That it would pass. That whatever had moved in me would settle back into place if I just left it alone. But even then, somewhere deep inside me, I knew this was the kind of feeling that would linger long after I had convinced myself it meant nothing. And the idea of me hurting him in the end terrifies me in ways I can’t name. M. | walls & clouds April 2026

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What we probably need right now is the courage to bear the weight life lays upon us. Yet our longing to be loved, our need to be seen and chosen, nudges us to reshape ourselves, softening corners, smoothing edges, into something we think is easier to hold. Without realizing, we carve away at who we are. We hide truths, offer only what the world will accept, and move carefully, deliberately, as though being fully ourselves might cost the approval we seek. Perhaps this is why sadness lingers, and happiness feels so brief. The pain does not come only from what the world has done to us, but from the fragments we ourselves have carved away, in trying to fit into a shape that was never ours. As April arrives softly, its gentle insistence in the air, humming like a quiet promise, and buds trembling under pale sunlight, I hope we find the courage to look back. To see how much of ourselves we gave away and, slowly, quietly, gather those pieces again. To learn at last what it truly means to belong to ourselves first. M. | April & quiet hope April 2026

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Today feels quieter than it should be, like the world forgot to finish a sentence, and left me here waiting for the rest of it. I move through the hours as if they are made of glass, fragile and sharp-edged, careful not to feel too much, careful not to break what has barely begun. You, who wishes to learn me slowly, to read me through the folds of my battered pages, showing me that I am still worthy of being fought for, even after all the ways I have become misshapen. Yet I cannot stop thinking about how life always seems to take something away whenever it grants a gift. The thought presses against me, jagged and unrelenting, leaving my breath uneven. For misery is not something that can be carved out cleanly from the soul. It seeps and spreads, taking the shape of the heart, settling into every crevice as if it has always belonged there. And it scares me to think this might just be another long, painful goodbye, that I’ll be carrying the same weight all over again. Still, even where the past holds me, I find a way to breathe. Perhaps it is through you, though the faith to believe it still feels fragile, like fireflies hovering between hope and the darkness of doubt, ready to dissolve the moment I reach for it. M. | you & fireflies March 2026

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Maybe it was only my echo, a version of me that never got to say goodbye to you. It sounds cruel, doesn’t it? Almost like saying I never came back to you at all, as if everything between us had been unreal. But it was never unreal. You and I both know that. Maybe that is why I reached for you again. Not to begin, but because something in me could not settle with the way we ended, or rather, the way we never did. You left without words, without goodbye, and I was left holding a story that had nowhere to land. I think, deep down, I only wanted to close that door properly. But we stayed. Longer than a goodbye should ever take. In this version of reality, I am the one who leaves. The one who walks away without looking back. Maybe I had grown tired of the beast that hope had become in my heart, or maybe I could no longer bear watching you live in fractured realities, trying to hold everyone together, trying to keep everything from falling apart. I saw that, and perhaps selfishly, I decided I should be the one to end us so the life you built could finally breathe again. A thousand little bruises linger quietly in me, small reminders of what we were, each one easing softly as I prepare to let go. And now I understand that sometimes the last act of loving someone is leaving. You said I won, because this time I was the one who left. You said it as if it were revenge. I won’t deny that I resent what you did to us back then. I don’t think I will ever fully unlearn it. But this was never revenge. I just needed my life back, and I needed to return yours to you. You said I’ve won, but to me, winning would have been a life with you, not losing you like this. I have never won. If anything, I am the one who lost everything, because in every version of this world where I choose myself, I still end up losing you, and somehow, I think I was only ever meant to come back so I could finally learn how to leave. M. | a thousand little bruises March 2026

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There is something about the ordinary that has always felt like home to me. I find comfort in the quiet rituals most people would call boring, walking slowly along the shore, watching the waves come and go as if they have nowhere urgent to be. I linger in small moments, like choosing another song that somehow becomes ours, even if nothing about it is extraordinary to anyone else. I spend a lot of time in my head. Daydreaming. Wondering. Following thoughts that do not need to arrive anywhere. There is a kind of softness in it, a permission to exist without needing to explain why. I return to the same coffee place I have been going to for years. The same order, the same corners, the same familiar hum of a place that does not ask me to be different. Not because I lack imagination, but because there is a small joy in things that remain. In not having to search, or prove, or change, in not having to introduce myself again and again. Late afternoons feel especially kind. The world slows, the light softens, and everything seems to breathe a little easier. In those hours, I listen. Not for anything in particular, just the calm itself, settling gently around me. I think, sometimes, that this is my way of being in the world. Not chasing. Not performing. Just being here, finding meaning in repetition, in stillness, in the quiet, unnoticed spaces where nothing happens, and somehow, everything does. M. | serene March 2026

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