Stillhurts Stories

He was just a stranger. A boy I never spoke to. A glance that lingered, a gaze that stayed-even after fifteen years. In the quiet corners of my teenage days, I met someone who never left my heart. We never exchanged words, yet his eyes spoke volumes. Every time we crossed paths, it felt like time paused-but I was always too shy to smile. Years passed. Lives changed. But every glance he steals, and every time he looks away when I notice-brings back a flood of memories, hope, and pain. Was it love? Or just a haunting? This is not fiction. This is my untold love story.

Poezii Despre Sentimente,Trairi Si Viata

This is a poem dedicated to my grandmother (nanny) whom passed away two years ago and I miss her so very much.

A short poem about how I feel not having my mother after about 4 months