Unsentletters storie

This series is a collection of unsent letters and diary entries written between Classes 8 and 10 (2019-2022). These pages revolve around someone she never confessed to, but never stopped noticing. She writes about little moments that meant more to her than he could ever know. Years later, she comes back and finds more than just a forgotten crush. There are gaps, silences, and moments that don't fully explain themselves- things that were happening in her life at the time. P.S. This is not a confession to him. Na thei uh maw? It is simply what was written then, and what is understood now. It is a record of everything she wanted to say, but never did. _____________________________________ Dear readers, I'd like to be consistent, but my routine is a bit unpredictable. I'll try my best to update whenever I can.

"What do you do when the ghost who broke your heart learns how to breathe again?" Four years. That's how long I bled my energy dry trying to save Alex, a man who mistook emotional intimacy for a cage. When he walked out, he took my peace with him. It took a year of tears, late-night writing under @letters_after_the_ghost, and a sudden six-week sabbatical to Portugal to piece myself back together. On the wild cliffs of Sagres, surrounded by ocean air and clay workshops, I finally found her: the woman I was meant to be. Until the universe threw the ultimate monkey wrench into my healing. In a tiny fishing village thousands of miles from home, I ran right back into Alex. Except he isn't the distant, anxious boy who wrecked me. He's calm. He's reformed. And he's looking at me like I'm his second chance at destiny. Back home, Noah offers the quiet, unshakeable sanctuary I've always deserved. But with the electric pull of the past reigniting on coastal cliffs, I'm left standing on the edge of a choice: Do I step back into the past, step forward into safety, or prove that I am the only sanctuary I will ever need?

September 2001. Two little girls. One tiny school. An arch. A fight. A sky that changed everything. The order no longer matters; it's all the same season now. Twenty-five years of wars...and somewhere inside all of it, something that refused to become a ghost. This is her unsent letter: part elegy, part love story, part reckoning. She had sky blue eyes, dark curls, and a laugh that made the shadows flinch. And for twenty-five years, she was the half of the story she couldn't stop carrying. No Villains. No neat endings. Just two women who found each other again... at exactly the wrong time. And exactly the right one. If you love sapphic yearning, you will not want to skip this read.

These are the letters, I wrote beneath the moonlight, the words I never dared to send, to the one who will never read them. But still, I write. I bleed. I remember.

An Epistolary || Started:12.13.25 Finished:12.22.25

Some words are never spoken. Some feelings are never heard. Yet, they remain-etched in the heart, lingering between silence and longing. These are the words we never said, the emotions we never shared, and the love that still lingers in the spaces between past and present. Well, to be honest, Letters : Unsent Love is a collection of poetry based entirely on the author's feelings and the battles he fights within. It is his diary. Let these unsent letters find their way to you, wherever you are.

A collection of letters that I don't attend on sending. Letters that can be to myself, family, friends, boyfriend, stranger, and even my dog.

A student at an all-girls high school begins having dreams that don't feel like dreams. They're too specific. Too emotional. A boy's voice calling her name through static. Fingers brushing hers on a crowded bus. The feeling of standing at a train platform knowing she's about to lose something she hasn't had yet. She meets him by accident. He goes to a boys' high school across the river. He recognizes her instantly. She doesn't recognize him at all. *** Han Seo-rin has always dreamed of moments she hasn't lived yet. A voice she doesn't recognize. A feeling of loss that arrives too early. She believes the dreams are harmless, until one day a boy from a neighboring school catches her mid-fall, looks at her face, and drops her without a word before walking away. Lim Joon-ho is quiet, distant, and seems determined to avoid her at all costs. Drawn together by coincidence, and late-90s Seoul's narrow in-between spaces, Seo-rin finds herself caught between a boy who keeps leaving and another who chooses her openly. As her dreams slowly begin to fade, Seo-rin must decide whether love is something meant to be held onto... or something that only exists for a moment. Tomorrow, I Already Knew You is a nostalgic, slow-burn romance about first love, fate, and the cost of knowing too much too soon. #1 IN KOREAN ROMANCE (2-24-26)

This contain everything that I want to tell you, unfortunately I can't. I was there when you started; I was there when slowly you reached your wildest dreams and still here, silently looking out for you. I know these letters won't reach you, but at least I knew that someday, someone would read this for me to you.

A lil' book with unsent letters the ones I know and to those, I'll never know.

she hated banana milk. joy © 2016

Some prose personal to me. This was a final project for one of my undergrad English classes, and someone told me I should share it online, so here it is. I was particularly inspired by Ocean Vuong's On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous. A while ago I wrote a bunch of letters to my exes with no intention of ever sending them. Yet...one day in my mailbox I uncovered one answer after the other.

letters i'll never send- to you, about you, because of you. to love you from afar is a cruel kind of torture, yet i choose it, every time.

Collection of poetry, unsent letters and random thoughts when my mind and heart are in chaos. And as you read each page, you'll know me little by little for this is my diary. So, welcome to my haven. Careful of my fragments scattered on the floor. You see, I'm gluing myself back together. Piece by piece.

Not likely to be sent. Cover by newromanticcs.

Set during the First World War, the story intends to explore the different perspectives of two individuals through a series of letters. Some meant to be read, some not. This version shows a life cut short by war, with love and hope tucked away in his pocket. He died holding onto words meant for someone who would never know the truth. Another version, written in collaboration with @enjayj - a quiet life, marked by the memory of someone he could never forget. His letters remained unsent, his love folded away with the parts of himself the world was never meant to see.

A soft confession for a man who stood in the quiet space a father left behind. This piece is a letter that was never meant to be sent-only felt. Written for a stepfather who gave love without demand, and stayed without conditions, it captures the ache of unspoken gratitude, the regret of unexpressed love, and the quiet mourning for a bond that was real... but left unsaid until it was too late. A letter of silence, healing, and late recognition. For those who loved us gently, even when we couldn't love them back in time.

i wish i could say what i think. until then, they'll sit right here. . . . most of these are vents to my abuser, or to people who've long forgotten me.

To the one boy I've loved before, this is a piece of my heart from me to you. This story is written for the contest called toalltheboyscontest.