Gettingover Geschichten

Stripping my wounds to wash them away in the only place I feel at home. Let the waves come. Let them wash away. A collection of writings about healing in the only way I know how: through words.

so, as i am pretending to be a romance novelist, here is my take on a love triangle and a bit of a segue on a taboo feelings a woman can have when she is being loved in different levels... well, I tried... :P

Describing how long it's going to take to move on

This poem tells the story of letting go and moving on from a crush. It describes the journey of releasing the grip of desire and embracing a newfound grace and freedom. It highlights the growth and self-discovery that comes from getting over a crush. Ultimately, it emphasizes the importance of self-love and finding one's own worth.

𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀? 𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 😳 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝘆𝗲 𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗼𝗼 𝗱𝗢𝗻''𝘁 𝗴𝗢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 In the dumps, after being brutally humiliated by her crush's rejection, a girl decides to do something that could cheer her up. Sinking into the fantasy world of Wattpad and soaking up a bunch of fanfictions, she gets inspiration to message a random number using a RANDOM PHONE NUMBER GENERATOR. To which she doesn't know she messages her crush's new best friend. Started: July 8, 2022

Talented but reserved Franz describes as routinely, school, home, and bedroom. He usually spends most of his time making arts and crafts, painting, and writing poems. He was known by his classmates to be the "misfit" and "outcast" as he was often quiet and rarely talks to his classmates. He admires Agatha Millett, one of his classmates who was deemed as the most beautiful and the brightest person in the class. She has liked her wits and natural beauty. Unlike his boy classmates who are fearlessly showing up to her, he is satisfied looking her from afar. Will he able to confess his feelings to her? will be able to go out to his quiet bubble?

In which Taegyu interviews Choi Yeonjun about his newest album after his hiatus, an album dedicated to his first love ((WARNING: Implied Death)) _ Words: 1,279

I saw the world in your eyes To know that we could've been so much more Than what we are right now If only We could've met each other At the right time... Until next time My love

A bitter past leads the way to a bitter future. Levi Stafford doesn't believe in seizing each day. Letting one broken relationship become the basis of her life, she is shattered when a wedding invitation from her ex is placed in her hands. Intending to finally get a closure she seeks the opportunity only to receive everything and much more at the wedding.

Breaking Down. A bitter heartbreak. Getting over someone that was never yours. And figuring things out in between.

This is a diary of an old woman who couldn't get over her first love, which consists her memories since she has been 18 years old. " here I am sitting on my bed alone, listening to our favorite playlist, while I'm staring at the ceiling trying to deal with emotions and revive every happy moment we lived together in real life or in my own imagination. Oh! that's our song : Never got the chance To say a last goodbye I gotta move on But it hurts to try How do I love, how do I love again? How do I trust, how do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on, wait 'til I hear our song Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost Oh dear, this time each line of the lyrics defines me. In every time I hear this song , my chest feels like bee stings, and I cry tears of blood. They told me to pull myself together and stop thinking about us, you and me. Because you're not here and there's no us anymore. But, it's a bullshit. I feel your existence, I can see you everywhere; in the sky, in the stars, in the oceans or even in the library. Because, you have been living in my heart, and you will always do. Dear happy face. "

Zharra is a college student who only wants to forget about her past breakup. She will face the bitterness of life as she tries to forgive herself for not being able to fight for her relationship. While trying to forget about the past, her friend Nick will confess his feelings while Zhack realizes he still loves Zharra. Hope you enjoy! Well, since this is my first story, I'm open to your suggestions and comments. If you see anything wrong, it's okay for you to comment 😊

A sweet one shot.

I smirked while his eyes narrowed as he was caught off guard from my kiss. His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed. I cracked again with a smirk and swapped my bangs away from my face. He looked at me straight in the eyes.He managed to wrap his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer. Obligedly,he bent down his head and kissed my lips.He placed a hand behind my neck to pull me in. Aggresive. Passionate. BUT, I don't feel anything at all. I had just let myself get carried away-THEN LOST! --------------------------- She is ALEZEA DANE SALDIVAR Now Bold.Reckless.Wild.Unapologetic. She doesn't feel like herself. There's nothing left. She's FADED. -FOLLOW.READ.COMMENT.SHARE

I am a girl who always aspires to be an open book in a relationship with a guy. I used to believe in love and would do -did- anything for it. Now as I question everything I had faith in about love, life and myself, I take a journey to discover the world by trying to find myself and hope to get to the happiness. Because in every failure or heartbreak, there is a lesson as big as the hurtful feelings you got and you just have to dig in and learn those lessons from your tough experiences. Yeah, in a hard way. So, about the "open book" thing; as much as I tried to be honest and outspoken about my feelings, there always have been some issues that I could never talk about because I did not have the courage. Now I take a step back with a deep breath, and start writing pretty much all the things i could not point out and be open about. All the things "he" did not know, all the things my family, friends, strangers on the street will never find out unless some of them somehow unveils this.

Yesterday was our 18th anniversary, but I did not buy my husband a gift. Instead, I baked seven pies. Year eighteen, with its traditional gifts of porcelain and garnets, hadn’t been a banner year, or put either of us in a gift-giving mood. I believe, as wholeheartedly as I can, that next year’s anniversary will be worth celebrating.

i'm doing my one women show but i'll see you in New York.