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His love heals me
Can you curl up into a blanket, pick out your favourite food and read these lines as I pour my heart into yours?
To the most beautiful soul I’ve ever known, You’re not feeling well — your body’s tired, your nose is stuffy...And that breaks my heart, because you’ve always been my strong one(mine). The one who carries everything, who protects me, who lifts me up no matter what you're going through. But now… it’s my turn. Let me be your strength. Let me be your safe place. Yo…
In the Moonlight of your Love!
In the quiet moments between ticking clocks, when the world feels soft and still, you appeared—like a gentle sunrise brushing the sky with hope—and suddenly, everything made sense. You are the sugar in my tea, the laughter in my silence, the calm in my wildest storms. With every smile, you light up the corners of my soul, and in your eyes, I find a whole universe where love blooms endlessly. I've whispered dreams to the stars, but you are the wish I never knew I made com…
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With you, Through it all
I’ve seen you in your silence, when no one else is watching — the quiet hours where your eyes are tired, your back is sore, but your will remains untouched. You never speak much about your struggles, you never complain, yet I see it — the strength it takes to carry so many dreams on your shoulders, the pressure of becoming something greater not just for yourself, but for your family, for the future you hold tightly in your hands. Your first leap into the world you’ve been d…
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When your name rests in my silence
In the hush between two heartbeats, your name rests softly in my silence— not loud, not spoken, just there, like the sky is there— quiet and infinite.
I don’t count the stars, love, because they remind me how often I’ve wished for you before I ever knew your name.
Your smile isn’t just sunshine— it’s the first sunrise after a long winter that I didn’t know I was living.
When you laugh, the world forgets its sadness. When you hold me, I remember I was never broken, just waiting to be held rig…
Requited memories
She was a girl carved from shadows, hands trembling with secrets she could not share, hating herself in mirrors that whispered lies, and dragging her weary heart through empty streets. Love, she believed, was a ghost in a locked room, a language she could never learn to speak.
And then he entered— not like the sun bursting through clouds, but like a quiet flicker of light that made the dark less terrifying. It was not thunder or fire, just the smallest spark— a shimmer in her heart, her …
His First Suture!
That day, in the practice room filled with soft murmurs and mannequin arms, I watched you hold a needle like it was something fragile, something important — and it was. It wasn’t just your first suture. It was just a suture, they said — a thread, a needle, a mannequin without a name. But, It was your first step into the world you’ve worked so hard for, the world you’re going to change in your own calm, intelligent way. I stood there, watching closely — not with loud applause…
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A Hug in Stone, A Tear in Time
That one night, oh, that one sacred night, is carved in the chambers of my heart like a timeless painting—where every brushstroke is a whisper of love I never spoke aloud, every color a memory that refuses to fade. The moon was full, the sky was gentle, and the world was noisy, but for me, everything stilled—because you were there. You, the boy I loved in silence for three long years. You, who never knew how every word from your lips was a song I memorized, how your smallest…
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