relationships
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There was once a girl who kept a chair open at her table.A seat that stayed untouched, season after season,through evenings and early morning sunrises. She didn’t call it waiting—not out loud.For almost a year, she kept a candle burning in the window.silently wishing that whatever it was she was clinging to—A voice, an emotion,
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There’s something about the way in which we go back to the people who have caused us pain. We assure ourselves it’s because of love, because of history, because of how they used to make us feel. We reassure ourselves that the sight of them reminds us we can still feel things so deeply. What
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I was told, two weeks ago, by someone important to me that I need to find the man I truly value. I nodded at first, allowing the words to sink in. For years, I had no idea what values even were. I would just take whatever was put in front of me—other people’s values, other
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I wasn’t waiting. I want to make that clear. I did not spend the past decade waiting, hoping for some big reunion, keeping a place in my heart open for someone who had already departed. I moved on. I lived. I grew. I loved and I lost. I built myself into someone stronger, someone wiser,
life as poems 'n letters 