Taeshi1229

Hi dear! I'm your new follower! Loved you works!! ❤️✨

This red love, this painful love, this flawed love, this hostile love. Love.., love.., love.., love.
          
          Now.....
          
          I made enmity with you so deeply
          That I was no longer myself.

Hey taeshi .. i have a doubt .. if Wattpad deletes the story .. can we get back our story.. like if we report or email.. 

Yahhh everyone, please take care of yourselves. Whether you’re working or studying away from home or at home, keep warm and stay protected, the weather is worrying right now. It has been raining for days in Mumbai, Pune, and many other places. Network services are also down, so I may not be able to update, message, or reply to anyone. I’m not even able to see notifications (they’re just clutter anyway). Please stay safe, drink warm water, and don’t catch a cold in this stormy rain.

Champion, a hidden diamond, is one of my favorite books. Please provide an update for it, I have been waiting a long time for this book's update. I really love this book so much, please provide an update for it. But first, please take care of your health, and when you are well, please update this book. 

Well, I didn't want to say much, but I don't know what to do. I haven't been feeling well since yesterday, headache, stomach pain, and a sore throat. I wanted to post an update today since it's been days, but my studies and my health haven't been helping. Today it got worse... it's too much. Please don't think I'm abandoning anyone. Most of all, to those who have been reading and supporting my stories (and yes, "Love's Enduring Power" readers), please don't think story is gone. I deleted the story myself because I felt like I was going backwards, digging the grave again and again instead of focusing on the present. I'm sorry.

@tsunamiyoshi Why think about dying when you can live, even if only once? You may have a thousand reasons to die, but only one reason to live and that reason is you. Live for yourself. There is no doubt you came alone, and one day you will go alone; that is written in golden lines. I hope your wishes come true, and that you never feel like you were dead one day when you closed your eyes. When you open them, you may find yourself in heaven, but I want you to live life to the fullest so there are no regrets. This is your first time here, and maybe your last who knows? So let love ourself alot, instead of thinking about dying.

This is for my old Blooms and new blooms to advise me. I have doubts and regrets, so I need your help. Does anyone remember a story called "Love's Enduring Power"? Maybe no one. I don't know. Maybe it's old. That story was deleted permanently by mistake.... there are no views, no comments, nothing left now. I didn't have the heart to rewrite it. Should I leave it in my PDF forever? It feels awful to me now. It was my first story and I always felt frozen, unsure about the unknown drama, mistakes, the unwritten plot, and all. I did try to write a new version, but the new Wattpad version destroyed it. I'm not going to make another new one, but I could post the old one alongside the new. So tell me... should I post it or not? Is anyone interested, or is it a boring and crappy story?

what is dead? a body wrapped in coffin, or ashes blown into the sky? is it the silence after someone screams for help, the echo left when nobody answers? is it the dried stain of tears on a cheek because no one stayed to wipe them away? to me, dead is breathing alone while the world looks the other way... dead is reaching for a hand that never reaches back... dead is sitting calm as your voice shatters into air unheard unfelt.... dead is living in a hollow where feeling once lived. i read today just now "Dead people receive more flowers than the living because regret is stronger than gratitude."By Anne Frank. maybe they get flowers not from regret alone, but because people finally want the world to see they cared even if they never showed it when you were still here... still breathing. They pile roses on the grave like proof that you mattered, proof you were seen  long after it's too late. And you know? I used to have a small dream  call it selfish  to be buried under a sea of red roses. a simple wish...  let my grave be crowded with petals, a loud, quiet proof that someone loved me. is that too much to ask? will i be the one who makes my dreams come true, or will god grant this one, too? i don't feel special. i only want to know... will anyone care enough to make it happen? will anyone ever know?

Theses words cut deeper than I meant but I have to ask. We curse God when life unravels, as if He is the enemy. Yet when joy arrives we thank Him with the same breath, kneeling, palms on earth, our breath ragged and small. We are clay pots: fragile, shaped by hands we cannot see, placed into a world that reads us like a character in a long, cruel story. Does the character cry out? Or does the author simply keep writing? Maybe we’re here to learn how sorrow hides its own beauty, to be schooled in patience and pain. He can mold us, break us, and remake us because we belong to Him. Weren't we? If that is true, why do some readers act as if they own the chapters they did not write? Why tear apart what someone else poured their heart into? If a chapter doesn’t suit you, walk away. Let the rest of us breathe. Not everyone loves coffee....mmm.. some find it bitter and leave their cup untouched. They don’t climb rooftops to declare the taste wrong. Bitter remains bitter for some not because the coffee is evil, but because they never cared to learn about the roast, the grind, the slow alchemy that made it. And this  about a hateful, stubborn take on Jungkook character (Proffer's stubborn husband) where his stubbornness is the whole plot. If you read it and it doesn’t fit you, please... put it down without venom. I said thses lines at every first authors note. You don’t own this story, and you don’t own the people who wrote it. Some authors are not as strong as you think in spirit, they are still human beings.