The Love Series
- Leituras 140
- Votos 4
- Capítulos 8
"To the dreamers of love-
To every woman whose heart whispers wishes
into the quiet corners of the night,
longing for a touch not yet felt,
a voice not yet heard,
a love not yet named.
This is for you,
whose hope is both compass and companion,
guiding you through the unseen,
the almost,
the not-quite-
until the dream takes flight,
and love finds its way home."
Inspired by your dedication-elevated with reverence for the yearning heart.
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Echoes of Us
He was alone, adrift in a life that felt empty, teetering on the edge of despair. She appeared unexpectedly-a stranger, yet someone who could see him in ways no one else ever had. One night, one moment, changed everything. Words were exchanged, hearts opened, and lives were altered but some encounters leave more than memories. They leave echoes. As time stretches on, love and loss weave together, shaping the paths we walk, the choices we make, and the people we become. How far would you go to hold onto someone... even when you know they can't stay?Concluída
You bury me.
Till death do us apart. I vowed to love her till my last breath; this chance was handed to me rather sooner. I tasted death earlier, an accident, a terrible tragedy. And end to my existence and God had put in another realm of being. I became a ghost, a spirit, or a wandering soul. I saw a world without me and my people living it. An atrocious unfolding of sentiments and a daily dying ghost. A taste of death and I was served with unbearable solitude.Concluída
A Harmony With You: Book Four
I imagine that death is as beautiful as life. It must be peaceful. It must be silent. But then again, we were made by music. We were meant to sing and dance. So I take a deep breath and say, "Scalpel." Every heart is meant to beat for as long as it must. Perhaps there might be a symphony when they open their eyes again.Concluída
Words I Cannot Speak
In a world where I cannot speak, I hope that they someday reach you.Concluída
𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓
𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟.Concluída
Unconditional
UNDER REVISION Every girl dreams of this day. The day they give their heart away, in hopes that it will be taken and loved in a way that is far more than they could have ever dreamed. Though my day has not yet arrived, it is quickly yet agonizingly slowly approaching. I grow more and more anxious with every passing day. Mother says it isn't good for me to be worried. The only thing that worries me is that when the day arrives, it will arrive...without me...Concluída
Bury Me In The Days
In all peoples lives there are things that we never forget, that live on in our hearts and play on in our heads. Love stories, songs, birthdays, weddings, heartbreaks, and deaths. Maybe our love story will survive our death... Or, at least, his...Concluída
The Middle of Me
Love was just a four-letter word Misused to entrust the heart of followers But it never meant a damn thing to me Until you came so unexpectedlyConcluída
Where the veiled words linger
There is a silence that bleeds heavier than sound. It lingers in the chest, pressing against the ribs until breathing feels like betrayal. These words, locked behind trembling lips, grow sharper with every heartbeat unvoiced confessions, truths swallowed, grief disguised as strength. To keep them hidden feels merciful, yet the weight corrodes from within. Each unspoken syllable becomes a stone, stacking, suffocating, building a wall no one else can see. And still, the mind whispers: If I release them, will they wound? Will they shatter the fragile balance that silence pretends to protect? So they remain unsaid, unformed, festering in the quiet. Grief turns into an echo, sorrow becomes a shadow. The body smiles, nods, moves forward, but the soul aches with the burden of restraint. Because the truth is this: unspoken words are not weightless. They are anchors, dragging deeper into the dark. And sometimes, the silence itself is louder than anything that could ever be spoken. And this is my confession story.
𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲
|𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲| /𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻/ 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮 "𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹."Concluída
He was alone, adrift in a life that felt empty, teetering on the edge of despair. She appeared unexpectedly-a stranger, yet someone who could see him in ways no one else ever had. One night, one moment, changed everything. Words were exchanged, hearts opened, and lives were altered but some encounters leave more than memories. They leave echoes. As time stretches on, love and loss weave together, shaping the paths we walk, the choices we make, and the people we become. How far would you go to hold onto someone... even when you know they can't stay?
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