🫐🤨💙

How have you been?
          It’s been a long time.
          
          Did life treat you well?
          
          Did you ever miss the days we had?
          
          Or did you learn to live without me,
          as if I was never there at all?
          
          Come back.
          
          Not just in my dreams,
          not just in my memories.
          Even if you don’t stay,
          even just for a moment.
          
          Because some nights,
          I still wait for you—
          in the spaces you once filled.
          
          - - - - - - - - 

You can say you’re fine,
          but your eyes tell a different story.
          
          They hold the truth,
          the pain, 
          the battles,
          and the words you’re too afraid to say.
          
          You can hide behind a smile,
          but the eyes carry a burden
          no mask can fully conceal.
          
          Maybe that’s why they say
          the eyes are the windows to the soul—
          because they reveal 
          what the heart cannot hide.
          

Nothing is more confusing 
          than the relationship 
          that’s neither friendship nor love 
          but something in between.
          
          One person willing to take the risk,
          the other hesitant to commit.
          
          One person ready to leave everything behind,
          the other focused on chasing their own growth.
          
          One person sure of what they want,
          the other lost in uncertainty.
          
          It’s a constant tug-of-war,
          with no clear winner—
          just two hearts unsure of where they truly belong.
          

It’s okay to cry
          over the things you thought
          you had already healed from.
          
          Healing isn’t always a straight line—
          it comes in waves,
          and there are moments 
          when old wounds reappear,
          just when you believed 
          they were behind you.
          
          But that doesn’t mean 
          you’re not healing.
          It only means 
          there are deeper layers
          to process, 
          to feel, 
          and to release.
          
          They’re part of the journey,
          a reminder 
          that it’s okay to still feel.
          
          

Where do I run to 
          when everything in this world 
          becomes too much?
          
          When the world feels overwhelming,
          and even the spaces 
          meant for comfort
          become drenched in sorrow.
          
          Where do I seek shelter 
          when even my home 
          has been flooded with tears 
          from outside?
          
          How do I move forward 
          when I can’t find the strength 
          to run towards the problems 
          I can no longer handle?
          

I will always be your biggest supporter, 
          no matter where life takes you. 
          
          Always know that I am here, 
          believing in you, 
          rooting for you, 
          cheering you on, 
          and celebrating every step you take.
          
          Even when the path gets tough 
          and you feel like giving up, 
          even when you doubt yourself 
          and the world feels heavy, 
          
          You’ll never have to face anything alone 
          because I’ll be right here, 
          quietly in your corner. 
          
          Through every high and low, 
          I’m with you, 
          every step of the way.
          
          

Where do we turn to grieve 
          when the place we felt safe 
          no longer exists? 
          
          Where do we find comfort 
          when it’s our haven 
          that’s been lost? 
          
          It’s hard to know 
          where to rest our hearts 
          when the familiar is gone, 
          
          and we’re left searching 
          for pieces of home 
          that we can no longer find.
          

It happened long ago, 
          but it still bothers me all the time—
          I tell myself it’s in the past, 
          that I’ve grown beyond it, 
          but the feelings still echo, 
          unresolved 
          and persistent.
          
          Time has moved on, 
          but the memory remains,  
          replaying the what-ifs 
          and the should-have-beens.
          
          Maybe—
          it's a reminder 
          that some wounds 
          don’t heal completely, 
          and some memories 
          refuse to fade.
          
          - - - - - - - - - - 
          JLAM
          IBPDL 

"You can close your eyes to the thing you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to the thing you don't want to feel."
          
          
          JLAM
          IBPDL 

It's always about taking risk rather than having "what if's"