When Love Is Silent, Does It Count?
Sometimes, I think back to the way I loved, and the question lingers: Did they know? Did they feel the care I carried for them, the quiet kind of love that I thought was enough? I didn’t shout it from…
The Quiet Way I Loved—and Lost
There’s a question I’ve been sitting with for a while now: Did I love wrong? It’s not something I say out loud. Not to friends, not to myself when the lights are off and it’s just me and the ceiling.…
Love Doesn’t Leave Enough
It’s just me now. Me and this silence I didn’t ask for, but here it is anyway. I’ve been thinking about how everything used to feel so easy… how we’d just talk, say whatever came to mind, no effort, no…
The Uncertainty That Follows
Sometimes, the hardest thing isn’t the goodbye. It’s everything that comes after. The silence. The things left unsaid. The space that used to be filled with laughter or quiet moments now echoes with questions. What happened? Why did it stop?…
Six Years
Today is my grandma’s death anniversary. It’s been six years, and I only know how many years exactly because earlier today, I scrolled through my dad’s Facebook, searching for that all-black profile picture he had put up back then. And…
Saudade
I feel unbearably lonely. Each day feels like it’s slipping away, with these fleeting moments when I reach out and find nothing but empty space. I find myself navigating through a world filled with people, yet there seems to be…
Shades of Humanity: Finding Balance in a World of Labels
In a world that often feels overwhelming, it’s only natural to simplify things. It’s tempting to view things in stark black and white – even when it comes to people. For the longest time, I was all about labeling folks…
Through the Lens of Grief: Cherishing the Good Old Days
Today marks another year since my grandma’s passing, leaving behind a trail of memories and the softest touch of longing. I’m reminded of a thought that often tugs at my heart: “I wish there was a way to know you’re…
Walls We Build
There are times when I can’t help but feel like it’s all my fault that I’m alone. It’s like I’ve made this choice to walk this lonely road, even though deep down, it gnaws at my very being. I’ve become…
Escaping Monotony
There are times when I am overcome by the desire for a fresh start, a blank slate, and an escape from the monotony of daily life. Not because I’m trying to avoid my problems, but because the monotony of daily…