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my diary

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"written between 1am and 5am, when the world was quiet and my mind was anything but."

this is not a love story - it is the echo that follows.
it is late-night reminiscing,
déjà vu in the faces of strangers,
and the ache of almosts that never became.

it is trying to believe that everything happens for a reason,
even when your heart is still stuck in the past.

a collection of unfiltered thoughts,
typed out in the quiet,
for anyone who has ever loved someone who left -
and still checked the door.All Rights Reserved

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Where The Light Went by CrushdConfessions

Bree doesn't do love anymore. Not since the accident. Not since the life she built was taken from her in the quiet blink of a moment. Now she keeps things simple. Drinks too much. Sleeps with women who don't ask questions. Keeps her heart buried somewhere between a barstool and the back porch. Then Harper comes back. The girl from summers past. The one who knew her before the world got sharp. Bree tells herself it's nothing. Just a ghost of a friendship. A familiar face passing through. But something's shifting. And the more she tries to ignore it... the more it demands to be seen. Some wounds don't scar over. Some hearts don't stay buried.

Depressed state of mind part 3; Studio Apartment at 24...The Footnotes of love. by TheRFFiles

If only he would've given me a chance to explain my side of the story instead of listening to everyone else's. Now all I can do is write my side of the story, Heal from everyone's free willed hands, Behind apartment doors and pray that love comes back to me one day. Depressed state of mind part 3. Studio apartment at 24....The footnotes of love.

I wished for a Boyfriend not a Girlfriend (GxG, Lesbian) °editing° by FallinginReverze

I was awakened by a buzz, but I don't want to get up, instead I lay still on my bed and about to dream again when I heard a THUD, I flinched at the sound. It's Saturday so I'm not expecting anyone at this early in the morning. I'm not a morning person, I am now annoyed to whoever it is. "Coming!" I yelled and started walking which took me sometime because I literally took my time, don't blame me I'm still sleepy, I opened the door to see a very beautiful woman, she has long wavy hair, thick eyelashes and pink pout lips and lastly... a body to die for. I frowned when I realized a high-school student? I can say because she's wearing a uniform. What is a beautiful high-school girl doing here knocking at my door? I asked mentally. I was about to ask her when she suddenly slipped inside my condo and sit on the couch cozily, I crossed my arms and face her still frowning. "Miss what are you doing here? What do you need?" I asked her curiously. She looked at me and smiled, a smile that can make men drool, but I'm not because I'm still annoyed. "I am your girlfriend" she said sweetly, my eyes widened in shock, I know I'm drunk last night but I don't remember having a girlfriend. I was about to say something when she stood up and face me leaning so much closer that were inches apart. "You wished for me, last night on the internet" oh crap! Now I remember! I was browsing the net when a certain ad captures my attention. "But I wished for a BOYFRIEND! Not a Girlfriend!!?" How do you handle a situation where there's NO REFUND and NO EXCHANGE? Copyright © 2014-2022. Manila, Philippines. All rights reserved.

Rules Of Silence by WritingforBeauties

Completed! 💯 GXG agegap slowburn #smut! It starts with a widow in her late forties, set in her ways, worn down by loss and bitterness. She doesn't want anyone in her house, but she can't quite afford to be alone anymore either. When a young woman shows up at her door, persistent and desperate for a place to stay, she lets her in against her better judgment. At first, it's all rules and distance: quiet, no visitors, no trouble. But the longer the girl is upstairs, the harder it is to keep things separate. The silence of the house shifts. What began as irritation turns into something more complicated, something the widow doesn't want to name.

Somewhere by selixrz

Set beneath quiet skies and crowded lecture halls, this is where silence speaks louder than confessions, and love hides in the spaces between almost and never. She held out her heart. The other held back. A story of longing, distance, and the ache of what could've been. --- For the girl who held on, and the one who didn't know how to be held.

5 Stages of the...Depressed State Of Mind; by TheRFFiles

A love story ''somewhat'' about turning the last 5 years of my life into hope for the depressed state of mind. Discovering love, loss, Pain and growing my testimony tears during a worldwide lock-down and pandemic.

Love is Suicidal [Completed] by callmeCRAZY8

"This is killing you.." He looks at me with sadness in his eyes. "You do know this, right?" Looking out into the night sky, I looked at the stars above that were millions of years away. I slowly nodded, holding onto the cup in my hands. "I think... the moment I saw her.. a part of me was already gone." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . There are beautiful things in this world. There are terrible things in this world. But one thing that's always stuck in the middle of it all is love. Because love is Suicidal in the most beautiful way.

One-Shots | Wlw by silentiumlibri

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when an aromantic falls in love by edenk4ng

I'm an aromantic, and always have been but found out late... it provided me with lots of clarity. However, I found myself in a deep struggle trying to differentiate between being in love & being lonely since it has happened to me countless times before. So here I write little things now and then about the girl I'm in love with, in hopes that eventually, I can find the truth about my desires. (oct) ----- I'm surely in love, yes. I'll proudly write and show off the girl I'm in love with, I'll tell the world how much I love her, I'll make others jealous about my unconditional love for her all the way through. My Brooklyn. (nov) ----- As much agony as I am in, falling back and forth wondering what my love truly is, I'm trapped. I'm trapped every time I look at her even if I try to look away. it has me sick to my stomach, but I don't really mind. maybe it can end the way I want? (dec) ----- 3 days before confessing. I've given up. I'm closing the book. I'm closing the story, I'll love her in a different way from now on, live a healthy life Brooklyn, I love you. Kiss the stars goodnight for me, my beloved.

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Where The Light Went

Bree doesn't do love anymore. Not since the accident. Not since the life she built was taken from her in the quiet blink of a moment. Now she keeps things simple. Drinks too much. Sleeps with women who don't ask questions. Keeps her heart buried somewhere between a barstool and the back porch. Then Harper comes back. The girl from summers past. The one who knew her before the world got sharp. Bree tells herself it's nothing. Just a ghost of a friendship. A familiar face passing through. But something's shifting. And the more she tries to ignore it... the more it demands to be seen. Some wounds don't scar over. Some hearts don't stay buried.