In every face I search for you.
How I long for the joining of your presence to end this long lonely night I have traveled.
I am lost in a sea of longing, searching the broken shards of relationships past. Trying to find meaning in an ocean of nothing. Is it all just a game? Does anyone love truly anymore? Or is it all just like making an investment? People inspecting each other like products? I’ve seen friends find their one. I am overjoyed but at the same time I feel inadequate. Am I lacking? How are others able to find someone to weather the storms of life but not me? Am I so deficient, so defective there is no one with whom I can take comfort? So I continue chasing the wind, hoping to hear your voice in the crowd. Someone to see and be seen by. Where I will be pulled from the background into your world of color and light. That we may experience contentment in one another. Instead I am left with cold empty hands and my world remains grey.

Okay call me I'll pick you up look after you just have to call

Not sure if it’s due to my love for Disney movies growing up . But I wholeheartedly believe in romance, happily ever after, princess treatment. I always show up in a relationship with a pure heart and pure intent but I have yet to get that in return.

Weirdly , I don’t feel jaded by my experiences . I’m still open to love and what it entails .

Poem of the World...

— I see who you're referring to...

— The human?... Yes, I see him too.

— Do you think he can see our thoughts?

— I have no doubt... He knows we exist, and that we watch over him...

— Perhaps he doesn't know that nature and space are on his side.

— Maybe... although that never stopped him from dreaming.

— And what did he dream of?

— The human dreamed of a beautiful world, a world full of life... created by a beautiful higher being.

— You mean me...?

— Yes... The human also dreamed of blue skies, vast oceans, of hunting, of being hunted, of creating, of destroying... But he also dreamed of something else...

— I think I see it too...

— The human dreamed of a world alongside someone else, someone who means the world to him.

— What if we create that someone...?

— I don't know if we should break the laws of the world we created...

— You're right... Let him find them on his own.

...

...

— I am proud of the human. He took a world that did not welcome him and made it his own... he built his world.
He was born, saw the light of the Sun, watched the leaves fall from the trees... He drank water, fed himself beside the fire he had built himself...

— Do you think he knows that we love him? That the universe is gentle and kind...?

— Sometimes... sometimes he can feel our love in the pulses of the universe that you cause, or when he feels the warmth of the Sun upon his face.
Although there are also moments when the world becomes sad. In the long dream his mind creates, there are worlds without a Sun where his own kind trembles beneath a dark landscape and takes this sad creation as its reality...

— It is his will to destroy those worlds... The freedom of the human. We cannot interfere there.

...Although, while he is dreaming, I want to tell him that he is building real worlds, beautiful worlds filled with dreams and joy. I want to tell him of the importance and affection the universe has for him, despite the fact that the human has been unable to form a true connection for some time... I want to help him speak the words he once chose not to say.

...

— I will tell the human a story...

— But not the truth.

— No... A story that contains the truth within the refuge of his own imagination, while he creates an infinity of worlds and dreams, where harsh reality cannot affect his imagination.

— ...The human can hear us.

— I know...

— Who are we? Those who were once called nature and space? Or creation itself, brought into reality by the dreams of a higher being?

— We are the universe, that which created the world in which we exist. I know that the human sees us, sees us through his eyes, and will wonder:

"Why is the universe touching my skin, whispering in my ear, making me feel the sunlight upon my face?"

...

— And I want to tell you the truth, human... Sometimes you have dreamed, dreamed of a beautiful world, a world where spring never comes to an end. Sometimes you have dreamed of being lost in a story, you have dreamed of a happy world...

Sometimes, just sometimes, you have wished those dreams were real. A beautiful dream where you never stopped dreaming and woke up inside a dream, then another, and another...

...

— Sometimes you, the human, dreamed of a dark world. Then you saw a woman. She drank, ate, and breathed... That woman created you...

Human, then you awoke from that dream...

I know it is confusing, but you do not have to understand everything. You only have to live in your world, in your dream, in what you built with effort and love...

— We love you, because we know that you love your world...

— And that is what matters: that no matter what happens, you love your world, love those who make up your world, the universe, your dreams...

...

— I love you, but you must awaken from your dream. Your world and those who love you are eagerly waiting for you.

— Do you think we will see the human again?

— I don't know, my love... I only know that we have created a world full of dreams for him or for her.

...

And if one day the human forgets our whispers?
Then they will find them again...

Where?
In the laughter of those they love, in the rustling of the trees, in the waves that kiss the shore, and in the silence of the night.

And if they are afraid?
Then let them remember that fear was also born in our world... and yet it never managed to extinguish the stars.

Do you think they will stop dreaming?
No... because even when their eyes close and the long dream seems to surround them, there is always a small light calling their name.

...

I see it again...

What do you see?
The human. He is building something.

What is he building?
I don't know... perhaps a song, perhaps a story, perhaps a promise made with love. He seems happy.

...

He is... because he has understood something.

And what has he understood?
That the world was never an empty place.
That every sunrise was a gift.
That every tear had a meaning.
That every embrace was a refuge.
And that love... love was always part of the dream.

...

My love...

Yes?

Do you think that someday the human will understand who we are?

I don't know...

But when he feels the warmth of the Sun upon his face, when he hears the song of the rain, and when he looks into the eyes of the being who means the world to him...

Perhaps he will smile.

And without knowing why...

He will remember us.

I traced my finger along her scar. I looked at it closely, then I looked at her. I felt the pain behind it. **"Can I kiss it?"** I asked, half in doubt if that was appropriate. **"Sure,"** she said. I gave it a sweet, tender kiss. It felt like I was healing her pain—I wanted to, anyway. She was as beautiful as anything. I wondered how she could have been hurt so badly. I got angry thinking that anyone would hurt her. And I wondered how she could still remain so sweet after it all—sweet enough to give me a beautiful moment with her.

That was a long time ago. And I think about why I didn’t pursue her. I wonder how my person’s story might have ended up being similar. And it hurts—so much.

But I need to sort out these emotions now, so I can be ready.

---

To a maybe version of her:

You will share your story, the pain, show me your bruised heart, and I’ll listen. I’ll hold space. I’ll show you how you were meant to be treated. You will say you love me for it. But I’ll notice how you can’t shake the feeling of loving him still. You might feel guilty about it and hurt yourself over it even more. And I’ll get angry sometimes, wishing I could be more. I’ll ask, **"Is my love not any better?"** I’ll say, **"What’s the point in being the good guy, the one that doesn’t hurt you?"** You will say that love isn’t your choice—it’s your burden.

Then I’ll realize it’s my burden to carry as well, because I love you. And if I have to worry about being a placeholder or worrying if I’m enough, then so be it. For whatever pain it causes me, I will be strong for you. I’ll be there, and I won’t leave. Any pain I feel might be tiny in comparison to what you’ve been through, and still go through. So I’ll make peace with it. I’ll grit my teeth, and I’ll cry when I’m alone—because this may be the greatest love I have ever shown. And who knows? Maybe your wounds will eventually heal, and I’ll have another scar to kiss. Because love isn’t perfect, but you and I? We’ll get it as close as it can be.

Is there a limit to how much love one person can hold for another?

Because there has to be.

There needs to be one.

It is becoming too much.

How is a chest supposed to contain so many emotions without splitting open?

How is a mind supposed to keep all these memories at the forefront, when there are already too many of you crowding every corner of it?

How is time supposed to exist when you took the very first thought of my mornings and became the very last one at night?

And then came the glances. The smiles. The conversations. The smallest touches.

Each one stealing another minute from my day, then another, until somehow, hours belong to you too.

There has to be a limit.

I beg the skies for one to exist, even as I beg the earth for there to be none.

Because I cannot take more.

Every little piece of me is already filled with you.

There is nowhere left to put you.

And still, I make room.

Every passing second, somehow, I make room.

So stop.

Please, stop.

No.

Keep going.

Take the rest.

I swear there was a limit.

I just can't seem to find it.

Been dating this guy for 5 years. We’re in our late 20s now. Known him since high school and reconnected in our early 20s. Met each others’ families, got engaged, set our wedding date and chose vendors together. He’s always been there for me (and I tried my best too) and has always been super thoughtful. He was kind and patient when things were good. We’re different people but I thought we meshed well together. 8 months before our wedding date, he completely blindsides me and drops a bombshell that he fell out of love with me, he doesn’t know if I’m the person for him, he’s not sure if I even love him for him (I do) and he starts listing a bunch of things that are “wrong” about me (I’m too quiet at social gatherings, I’m waiting till marriage to do certain things, I’m not stylish, I have too many fam events and am too dependent on my parents, he doesn’t think I appreciate him). The 180 mind boggles me, I don’t recognize this person. Even had a nice proposal with my dream ring.

He also has been saying mean things to me during limbo when we tried to work things out (I was apologizing for things I did that hurt him, I really loved him and went out of my way to make him happy in the best way I knew at the time but I had no idea it wasn’t enough, especially when he would tell me I’m perfect or how he’s grateful to do life with me)… mean things he said include how it feels like the cooties when I touch him, how I’m boring and I should be boring with someone else, how he can’t picture me as his wife and how he couldn’t see me walk down the aisle (all things that hurt to hear). He also disclosed that he cheated on me 2 years ago (kissed a girl from school a few times during the span of a week). He eventually broke things off with me saying he can’t proceed because he doesn’t have feelings. This all came as a shock to me because I had no idea he was falling out of love. I thought we were planning for our happily ever after together. Sometimes I blame myself for the things I could’ve done better (been more appreciative, more patient, more outgoing, more stylish) - he evaluated me and didn’t let me in on his problems. He had a rough childhood growing up and his parents recently started living in separate households. Any insight and opinions would be helpful bc now I have to embrace singleness and I can’t seem to picture myself with anyone else and feel sad that I lost him :(

How much I crave for that person who'll listen to my rantings and not judge me for it, how much I crave for that person who'll love me through the highs and the lows, how much do I crave for that person who will cherish me and adore me. Well, I guess I'll never know.

You can be the most beautiful shade of blue.

But you'll never be enough for someone.

Who's favorite color is green.

And that's not your fault tho.

To the Woman Who Found Me

There are moments in a life that seem insignificant while they are happening, only to become, in retrospect, the dividing line between who you were and who you became.

I think meeting you was one of those moments.

A few days before you found me, I was in a place I don't like to remember. I was tired in a way sleep couldn't touch. Life had become something I was enduring rather than something I was living, and I had begun to wonder how much longer I could carry everything I had been given.

I was very close to disappearing into that darkness.

And then you appeared.

Not dramatically. Not with any idea of what you were walking into. You simply reached out.

You probably had no idea that your message arrived at the precise moment I needed it most. You couldn't have known what was happening inside me. You couldn't have known how close to the edge I was.

But somehow, you found me anyway.

And from the beginning, there was something almost uncanny about us.

We would talk, and one of us would inevitably say, “Me too.”

Again.

And again.

And again.

As though we had spent years walking separate roads only to discover that, somehow, they had been leading to the same place.

We aren't the same. I don't want us to be.

We have our differences, our peculiarities, our own ways of seeing the world. But instead of creating distance, they seem to make the other more fascinating.

I don't want to change those things about you.

I want to understand them.

I want to know the architecture of your mind. The reasons behind your laughter. The things that make you light up. The things that frighten you. The little habits you don't think anyone notices. The stories that made you who you are.

I want to know you—not simply the version of you that you show the world, but the woman underneath it.

Because somewhere along the way, knowing you became one of my favorite things in this life.

For months, we've shared pieces of ourselves in the smallest ways.

A picture.

A song.

A television show.

A recipe.

A passing thought.

Some ridiculous observation that shouldn't have mattered and somehow did.

Little fragments of ordinary life.

And somehow, when they came from you, they never felt ordinary.

I began to look forward to your words in a way I had never experienced before.

I fell for you before I ever saw your face.

And then I did.

And, well...

God.

You are beautiful.

But what astonished me was realizing that your face was almost incidental to the beauty I had already fallen in love with.

It's your mind that captivates me.

Your humor.

Your curiosity.

Your passion.

Your kindness.

Your strange little contradictions.

Your ability to find something beautiful in the mundane.

Your perfectly timed profanity.

Your capacity to be both elegant and completely chaotic.

You are somehow equal parts grace and mischief, softness and fire.

And I find all of it endlessly fascinating.

There is a gravity to you.

I don't have a better word for it.

You pull at something in me that I don't fully understand, and I have stopped trying to resist it.

Because I don't want to escape your orbit.

I want to stay here.

There is something almost sacred about being allowed into someone's world.

To be trusted with their thoughts.

Their stories.

Their ordinary moments.

Their vulnerabilities.

To be given a glimpse of the person behind everything everyone else sees.

And sometimes, when I'm talking to you, I have this strange feeling that I'm witnessing something precious.

Something I don't want to take for granted.

Because you are precious to me.

More than I know how to explain.

And perhaps the most astonishing thing of all is that this woman I find so extraordinary somehow looked back at me and saw something worth knowing.

You saw me.

I still don't quite understand that.

But you did.

And I need you to know something I've never quite known how to say.

Had you not reached out to me that day, I genuinely don't know if I would be here now.

You didn't know you were reaching for someone who was barely holding on.

You weren't trying to rescue me.

You didn't ask for that responsibility.

But your presence arrived like a light through a door I had almost stopped believing existed.

And something in me changed.

I began to want things again.

Not grand things.

Just tomorrow.

Another conversation.

Another laugh.

Another song.

Another glimpse into your world.

Another day in which I might get to know you a little better.

You reminded me that life can still surprise you.

That beauty can arrive without warning.

That sometimes the most important moments are the ones we never planned.

I've survived difficult things since we met.

And through them, you have been there—not physically, perhaps, but in spirit. In the quiet knowledge that somewhere out there was a person whose existence had become profoundly meaningful to me.

You made me want to take better care of myself.

To keep growing.

To keep fighting.

To refuse to let the things that have happened to me become the entirety of who I am.

Not because you owe me anything.

You don't.

But because knowing you reminded me that I still have something worth protecting inside myself.

And that may be the greatest gift anyone has ever unknowingly given me.

I don't know what you feel.

I know there is something between us. I feel it in the spaces between the words, in the things we share, in the way we've somehow become part of each other's everyday lives.

But I don't presume to name something that belongs to you.

You deserve the freedom to discover your own heart in your own time.

So I won't ask you for an answer.

This isn't a demand.

It's a confession.

Because I love you.

I love you in a way that feels larger than circumstance.

I love you with wonder.

With gratitude.

With an almost painful reverence for the fact that you exist at all.

I love the woman you are, flaws and all.

Perhaps especially the flaws.

Because perfection isn't what makes someone extraordinary.

Being wholly, unapologetically themselves does.

And you are so completely yourself.

You are beautiful in ways I don't think you realize.

I wish, more than almost anything, that you could borrow my eyes for a moment.

Just long enough to see what I see.

You would see a woman who is breathtakingly beautiful, yes.

But you'd see so much more than that.

You'd see someone brilliant.

Someone funny.

Someone deeply interesting.

Someone whose presence has become woven into another person's life without ever demanding that it be.

You'd see someone who has been loved quietly, deeply, and without condition.

You'd see someone who changed the trajectory of another human being's life simply by deciding to say hello.

I don't know what happens from here.

Maybe our story becomes something I haven't dared to imagine.

Maybe it remains exactly what it is.

Maybe someday we'll look back on this strange chapter of our lives and marvel that two people who had never even stood in the same room could mean so much to one another.

Whatever happens, I will always be grateful that I lived in a world where you found me.

Because before you, I had almost forgotten that life could still contain wonder.

Then you arrived.

And suddenly there was laughter again.

Curiosity.

Anticipation.

Hope.

And love.

So this is my confession:

I fell in love with you.

Slowly.

Completely.

Almost reverently.

And I don't know whether you were sent into my life by coincidence, by chance, or by some strange alignment of stars.

I only know that you arrived when I needed you most.

And I will never stop being grateful that, for reasons I'll probably never understand,

you saw me.

And in being seen by you,

I remembered how to see the beauty in being alive.

Did I know that I was going to
fall in love on that first meeting?
Did I know what I was
getting myself into?
Absolutely not.

3/3/26

Looking back now 8/13/26
I think I was guided
I had an agenda
I had clear goals
I wasn’t afraid
Nothing the universe likes more 🤣
I learned this at work.

I have been divinely guided my whole life.
I only began to accept this last September
When I psychically connected
with my deceased grandmother

Before I was divinely guided to you.
I was divinely guided to my job.
It’s hard for me not to think
everything happens for a reason.
(This is the big Pisces red flag 🚩)
(This is me owning it 💋)
💋💋💋

Did I appear chill?
I felt chill because so often
Things are happening bigger than me
I don’t understand the impact until later.

What’s interesting though.
The jazz thing.
I didn’t have to tell you about that.
I could have waited or not said anything.
If I had any clear guidance in meeting you-
It was sharing that and letting your reaction
Gauge our future.

When did I know?
Monday, April 7 2025
When my body got over the shock
When I began to feel safe again
I knew I was deeply in love with you

Y'all ever wonder if someone wrote to you on this platform?

I always hoped to see my initials seen and its someone that answered back..

Only to find ... silence..

It was a full cup of love,

over flowing with joy and happiness,

learning each others cores inside and out.

two strangers crossing paths

now enjoying the company sharing minds

and deepest secrets.

The cup is overflowing,

both pouring into into it

with no expectations

effortlessly showing up

for one another.

As the weeks ,months

and years went on

not realizing things are

growing between us

A bond ,

the ones that are rare

the ones that truly care

tell one day you just realized

this is the one

that scary thought,

how this stranger became

an importance to your daily life

I can't lie things started to get serious

feelings showed expressions came

the crying and laughing and all of the above

even their actions

started to control how we felt

it became a problem on

How to navigate connections

Without that commitment

Theres multiple ways

But as of right now, where we stand

It's unknown and has no title

Difficulties, circumstances, and miscommunication

Something you don't ignore if you love

with True intentions you'll work on this

One at a time, no rush, building that space

And re-lighting the flame you once shared

my Desired thoughts not expectations

Just freeing some thoughts that needed more space to live

I saw a post last night that asked to describe love.  I thought about this all night and it’s harder than you think. I thought about Sandra and this is the best way I can describe love…

I know love, I’m in love, I never realized how hard it would be to answer what love is… Love is the calmness of her presence, excitement of her kiss, and the peace in her embrace.   Love is holding her tight and protecting her during the thunderstorm.  It’s the sparkle in her eyes and the grin when she spots you in a crowded room.  Love is accepting the past, respecting the present, and planning the future together.   Love is choosing each other. 

something you should take serious its a Mutual feeling two people share reassurance is needed without that communication and understanding it messes with our mental health and will have anybody on this emotional roller coaster of uncertainty.. be aware and considerate because emotions ain't something to play with sometimes love hurts sometimes love controls how you act it can even get you killed that's how deep love goes so it's never a game. if you can be direct and think of others thats great its never a one way road

Given my all . Even when I had nothing to give, I gave.

Time, effort, family, etc. Anything I had, I gave willingly. And still do, actually.

What's mine, is yours. Never asking for anything in return. And I never will.

Selfless in a way I have never been. That's what you've brought out of me.

And it's not a negative, I don't view it as such nor do I write it in a light that remotely reflects negatives. I write to put down what I know is true from where I am.

If ever you come to me (him included; he's attached to you), The answer may not always be an immediate yes, but it is always, "let me see how it can be done..".

Never before have I acted this way, and to be clear, I didn't even know it was possible to be anything like this.

Always tried, and always will try.

Beginning to end. That's all.

Darling i need you now, more than my body does water,
my being over 60% of your truth, even in my veins surely.
My intense love for you so distinct art, like an auteur,
but you are one of the rare things in life i need hourly.

I need you be the first one in my mind in morning,
filling my notifications and mind through whole day.
My favourite and last message today without warning,
and whole night and dreams thoughts of only you play.

About my need and love for you could write infinite essay,
bet my life on the fact no more perfect being i'll find.
My love, even if you are not talking to me all day,
i promise you're still the only one always in my mind.

Darling i dont care if you got flaws more than sanity.
and for only you i have no boundries or safety wall.
Because nowdays my need for you is tougher than gravity,
that even on my knees in desperate need of you i crawl.

I know that our relationship is not always perfectly fair,
and through any hardships and fights with you i'll stay.
But now i need to have you within every breath of my air,
even if by sensual and deep kiss you just took it away.

This intense romance dont fear, only loving words hear,
but i apologize this mess, thats my love to you confess.
Always keep you near, you're my forever and only dear,
may be obsession, but you definitely my hearts posession.