Absence Stories

I love the feeling, the voice, the idea... but the person I poured myself into was made of absence. That's not foolish. That's human. You didn't love him-not fully, not truly, because as you said, he doesn't exist in the way love needs existence. You loved connection, possibility, being seen, being spoken to with tenderness. And that love was real, even if the object of it was not. Loving an illusion doesn't mean you are lost. It means your heart is capable, imaginative, responsive.

Two people write letters to the same absence, living separate lives and unaware of how close they are. Their words pass through time, unread and unseen.

Nos Souvenirs Oubliés est un récit intime sur l'amour qui se termine et les traces qu'il laisse. Après une rupture difficile, les souvenirs reviennent sans prévenir, ravivant la douleur, le doute et les questions jamais résolues. Peu à peu, le narrateur apprend à avancer, à accepter, et à transformer la perte en force intérieure. Un livre sur ce qui reste quand tout s'effondre : les souvenirs, les choix, et la capacité d'aimer encore.

❝ It all started with me having a 'crush' on him. His presence was all that I needed to fill the emptiness I had within me. Everything was going on with the flow until I realized that my 'crush' had turned into the 'love of my life' for whom I could even sacrifice myself.❞ - 𝐇𝐞𝐫 ❝ I was dumb, naive and careless that I didn't realize. But when I did, it was high time. Loving someone was never my cup of tea unaware that 'that someone' was already there in my life. Feeling her presence was a bliss but those unknown feelings which I felt were kept hidden in the mist. As this mist started clearing out and I started to explore this new feeling of falling in love more and more, destiny stood there as a barrier not letting me go. ❞ - 𝐇𝐢𝐦 People say that distance makes the heart grow fonder. When you lose your loved ones, you regret and crave to have them near. But my story is a bit different, I didn't value her importance in her presence yet in her absence she didn't leave me craving for her presence. - Through the world's eyes, you maybe far away but through the eyes of love I can always feel you close to me. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●●○●○●○●○● 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑨𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓.

When Gigi Hayden leaves her privileged but lonely life in Paris for Stars Hollow, she's searching for the independence her emotionally absent mother never gave her. What she doesn't expect is to walk into Luke's Diner and come face-to-face with Rory Gilmore-a girl who looks exactly like her. Sixteen, sharp-tongued, and guarded behind her signature pink cap, Gigi has spent years perfecting the art of not caring. But Stars Hollow has other plans. Between discovering she has a half-sister, navigating the cutthroat halls of Chilton, and dealing with complicated feelings about family, belonging, and a certain blue-eyed boy, Gigi's carefully constructed walls start to crumble. As secrets about their shared father come to light and Gigi faces choices that will change her life forever, she learns that sometimes the family you find is worth more than the one you were born into. And that in a town as quirky as Stars Hollow, even the coldest ice queen can learn to thaw. A story about sisterhood, second chances, and finding home in the most unexpected places.

A few crappy poems I wrote looking out my bedroom window.

After the death of her best friends father, Carina finds her heart heavy with grief but determination within her is present as she craves to move on. A few days after the burial, strange things being to happen to Carina, scaring her and causing others to question her sanity. Not sure of who to trust anymore, paranoia begins to creep upon her. Can she, maybe with the help of others, figure out who's doing this to her and stop them before this ends badly?

Somewhere Softer Now is a quiet letter about love that lingers without demanding, and presence that changes shape instead of disappearing. It speaks to the kind of connection that remains even in silence - the listening that stays when words run out.

Absence chose this moment to strike, and now we're bleeding out of time.

a meditation on quiet resilience, intimate moments, and the emotional weight of the everyday. These poems dwell in the spaces we often overlook, capturing the subtle ways life moves through grief, memory, and silence. Without grand declarations or tidy conclusions, this collection offers something quieter: presence. In scenes drawn from domestic life and internal weather, the poems explore how we carry what's been lost, how we speak to those no longer listening, and how meaning accumulates in small, repeated acts.

It's been years since you left me, and my heart is still in tears. And the absence of your presence is stabbing deep, just like a spear. Constant thinking of your laughter and how we used to joke around. But these thoughts can't be real cause I still long to see your smile. Feeling better when I'm dreaming because I get to see your face And though these dreams are not real, I can't stand to be awake. Some people like to say that I am crazy because I hold you to my heart, but I know if I keep dreaming that we'll never be apart.

We all have that one person that we wish looked at us and truly saw us, but we never seem to capture their gaze for long enough- to make them stay for longer. We all have a piece of us that has wondered off somewhere else so we feel as though our picture can never be complete. Maybe we just have to go looking for it and show it that it does fit in our lives, if it would just let us unite. The only lesson love taught him was how to hate. self-sabotage. He could only see the woman he loved, but continuously betrayed, in his little girl and so forgot he was also supposed to protect her. She has grown up though, and she has something to say.

The point of these are that they aren't that long, but it still gives a glimpse of my characters and the things they went through as kids. It might be confusing for first time viewers or those who don't get my characters, but that's okay! I think you might still enjoy it.

Finding answers

Haha back to writing

Dans ce poème, les mots se déploient tels des fragments d'émotions profondes, tissant un récit poignant de liens familiaux, d'absence et d'espoir. À travers des images évocatrices et des vers empreints de sensibilité, j'explore par vécu les complexités de l'amour fraternel, la douleur de la séparation et la puissance du pardon. Chaque ligne résonne avec une sincérité émouvante, invitant le lecteur à plonger dans un monde de réflexion et de connexion humaine.

In the shadows of a crumbling house, twin brothers-Ray and Red-grow up learning that survival is the closest thing to love they'll ever know. Born into a family ruled by addiction, abuse, and absence, Ray becomes the backbone of a household that is barely held together. With rage in his blood and responsibility etched into every scar, Ray sacrifices his childhood to keep his five younger siblings alive. By his side is Red-quiet, watchful, and burdened with secrets even silence can't keep. "Beneath the Silence" is a tragic and deeply human tale of my two oldest creations. Two boys who become men far too early, raised by trauma and sewed together by unbreakable loyalty. Through broken promises and silent lullabies, they fight for each other in a world that keeps trying to forget them. From high school hallways filled with invisible bruises to late-night shifts and whispered bedtime stories, Ray and Red carry the weight of a family falling apart. Until one night, when the violence that shaped their lives erupts into something irreversible. A single act-born of terror and tired strength. "Beneath the Silence" becomes a story not just about trauma-but about resilience, sacrifice, and the complicated shape of love. With time, the brothers carve out a new kind of life-fragile, flawed, but free. And in the end, it's not vengeance or victory that defines them-but the quiet, everyday choice to love louder than the pain that tried to silence them.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ Don't read if your sensitive to abuse, suicide, abandonment, self harm, depression and more. If you want to read I hope it will help or make it feel like you aren't alone.

A collection of poetry written as a coping mechanism. Filled with poems that tell stories of love, loss, heartache, and growth as I learn self-love.