We spend so much time trying to say the right thing, not realizing the silence between us says more than words ever could. We try to fill the gaps with perfect sentences, hoping they'll convey what we feel, but sometimes it's the moments when no words are needed that stay with us the most. I've realized some of the most meaningful connections I've had were built in those pauses... in the times we didn't force the conversation, but simply allowed the silence to say everything.

Date idea: Craft a vase at pottery and we both hug to make an imprint on it

Or at the aquarium and we name every fish together

Part time shit poster, full time hand holder

It’s been a week since I came to my hometown, and today I’m leaving to return to the life I left behind—a life with a touch of loneliness. A routine where I wake up, get my chores done, make myself breakfast, leave for work, and return home around 7, exhausted. Then I make dinner for myself and scroll through my phone until my eyes close.

Life moves pretty slowly in my hometown. I wake up early, and as I write this, I’m surrounded by peaceful, chilly winds. But this time tomorrow, I’ll be rushing to get to work.

How did everything pass by soo quickly maybe a year ago i was feeling something else maybe loved a little bit but everything is changed around me. A routing i didn't sign up for. While thinking about being 18 laughing with your friends where how life used to feel slower and lighter and now it feels rare. And all i want to feel is a healthy love not let life slip through my fingers while i just try to keep up.

If you're fortunate, you'll spend your days folding clothes for the ones you love and that alone will feel like more than enough.

Love did come my way, but it never stayed.

I held on until there was nothing left worth holding.

We spend our lives trying to fill the void and chase love, yet here he stands light as air as if he’s finally found peace in an empty heart and hands. The quiet art of having nothing, needing nothing.

(Image from Rishikesh cause missing it badly:)

Sometimes, it’s not about who stays it’s about the one who never really left. but if the world tilted just slightly, maybe, just maybe, you would have.

Someone who walks into your life like a soft ache and never quite leaves. a person you can’t unlove, even after all the reasons you gave yourself to stop. you try, god knows you try but every version of your future without them feels like breathing underwater.

They make you laugh mid-argument, make silence feel like a conversation, make your worst days seem survivable by forgetting everything and getting back.

They ruin you in the gentlest way possible make you kinder, softer, make your selfishness stutter, and all your sharp edges dull just from being near them.

you hate it.
you love it.
you don’t know the difference anymore.

and maybe love isn’t the fairytale they sell maybe it’s just a beautiful disaster you keep choosing, because they bring out the version of you that you didn’t know deserved to exist.

no one tells you this, but sometimes the person who feels most like home is the one you never get to stay with.

and god,
that kind of almost
hurts more than goodbye ever could.

Raising standards 💗