This is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like revisiting a bad memory so don't expect much in terms of editing. Also I wouldn't consider this poetry but it is laid out that way. WARNING Talk of depression, suicide, anxiety, and self harm. Don't read if you don't like things like that and may get triggered. I don't mean to cause anyone problems of any sort, but these are the things I feel and can't help. Please keep negativity away as this is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. Thank you. Highest rankings: 99 in sadpoems Highest rankings: 118 in iwannadie

About the Story Every story begins with a heartbeat - soft, uncertain, and trembling against the silence of memory. The Quiet Café is not just a tale of love lost; it is the echo of a man who once loved deeply and could not find the words to say goodbye. Edison wrote to breathe. He wrote because silence became too heavy, and words were the only way to keep her alive. Each story he created was a confession disguised in fiction - a letter to the past, hidden beneath characters and endings no one understood but him. And then came Ethan - not a reader, but a listener. Through him, Edison's words found their way home. For years he carried his sorrow in paper and ink, but that night, with coffee cooling between them, he finally spoke his truth. Some stories do not end in happiness, but in peace. Some heartbreaks do not destroy; they refine. And sometimes, the saddest stories are written not to wound, but to heal. This is for every soul who ever loved and lost, for every writer who bled quietly through words, for every heart that still looks back and whispers if only. Because not all stories are meant to end beautifully - some are meant to end honestly