Shh! Not A Writer.

Love has always been one of life’s most profound and elusive pursuits. In this generation, where connections are often fleeting and communication can feel superficial, finding genuine love can seem like navigating a maze with no clear exit. Many of us carry stories of almost-loves and fleeting romances that shape our perspectives on relationships. These stories often blend joy, disappointment, and bittersweet lessons into an intricate tapestry of human experience. There’s a particular sting in being drawn to someone who seemed to care deeply at first, only to watch that spark fade without warning. It’s as if they saw something extraordinary in you one moment and, in the next, turned away, leaving you to question what changed. The uncertainty, the unanswered questions—it stays with you. But perhaps this is the nature of modern dating: connections formed in haste sometimes dissolve just as quickly. And then there are the ones who sweep you off your feet with grand gestures, making you fe...

I’ve chased the spark, the fleeting light, Held a hand that let go by night. Watched the warmth in eyes turn cold, A story unfinished, a truth untold. I’ve felt the rush of love’s bright flame, A week of joy, then none to name. Left with silence, a ghostly trace, Of promises lost in empty space. I’ve known the one who seemed so right, A love that felt like morning light. But beneath the glow, a shadow lay, Not the person I thought each day. And once, a heart that made me smile, So real, so kind, so worth the while. Yet walls I built, I could not tear, For loving them would lead to despair. Love isn’t kind; it twists, it bends, A tangled web that never ends. But still, I try, I dream, I yearn, For someday love may yet return. Not perfect, not planned, but deeply true, A love that feels like skies of blue. Until that day, I’ll hold the thread, And weave the lessons my heart has bled.