Maybe this time I can be strong
But since I know who I am
I’m probably wrong
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Maybe this time I can go far
Thinking about where I’ve been
Ain’t helping me start
~Cold Little Heart by Michael Kiwanuka
Today felt like a quiet turning point inside me.
I woke up carrying a strange mix of emotions tired, a little heavy, but also aware in a deeper way than usual. It’s like something in me has shifted recently. I’m starting to see things more clearly, especially when it comes to people, to feelings, and to myself.
There was a time when I confused missing someone with missing how I felt with them. But now I understand the difference. I don’t actually miss that person. I miss the version of me who felt excited, alive, and full of hope. I miss that pure, almost innocent energy I carried. And realizing this… it’s both comforting and a little sad.
But mostly, it feels freeing.
Because it means I didn’t lose something real I experienced something meaningful. That relationship wasn’t meant to stay, it was meant to teach. It came into my life, shaped me, and then left. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe not everything is supposed to last forever. Some things are just chapters, not the whole story.
Today I caught myself thinking: “I hope they are happy.” And for the first time, it didn’t hurt as much. It felt sincere. Calm. Like I’m slowly letting go, not by force, but naturally.
I also realized something else about myself. I feel deeply. Maybe more than most. And for a long time, I thought that was a weakness. But now I’m starting to see it as a kind of strength. Because feeling deeply means I live deeply. I notice things. I connect. I grow.
Even when it hurts, it shapes me into someone more aware, more human.
I want to move forward now. Not by forgetting the past, but by understanding it. By taking what it gave me and continuing my own path. I don’t want to stay stuck in old emotions. I want to build something new something calm, stable, and real.
Maybe what I’m really looking for
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Love, no lies only truths and i’m getting it off my chest.İnsan ve Duygular
Ah, tell me
Tell me how can someone
Who loves and cares
Can do such a thing?
Can someone who loves and cares
Kills the person who they love and care?
Was it just out of fear or hate,
May be they just stopped loving
Or maybe many other reasons.
They talk bad about love and yet,
They had the best love and and effort of their lives
That they may never have again, who knows.
But in the end
They kill and torment you many times.
They cause you a lot of things,
Trouble of sleep,
Feeling of guilt,
Lack of appetite,
And many many things.
The empathy you did,
That they never did as you.
The things they do
But whenever you do the same
You will be the one
That is guilty, accused.
The excuses they told,
Every lie,
Every disrespect
Even though
you never excused anything
With every mistake, we must surely be learning
“‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps’ was just a simple study based on the theory that everything has some purpose for being there at that given moment,” George explained. “I was thinking that anything I see when I open a book, I’m going to write a song about. So I opened this book and I saw ‘gently weeps.’ I shut the book and then I started the tune.”
While My Guitar Gently Weeps- The Beatles
Dreamcatcher - Çalıkuşu
“Breathless
I’m thinking of the word I’m feeling right now
Anxious
It’s as if there is a cow sitting on my chest
Nervous
I don’t know or understand why I’m being the way I am
Oh no
I see it now
It’s the feeling I felt all these years ago
Can’t get away from it
I’m numb
Can’t move my tongue, can’t raise my arm
It’s happening all over again
The abuse
The shock
The feeling of being lost
My heart’s getting squeezed
The rib cage supposed to protect my internals
Is the one makes me feel like trapped”
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he can't do it when you are thinking of your ex
Alton watched the thoughts flitter across her face. He didn’t touch her,
didn’t move. He lingered. His heat scorched her. She held herself still,
caught between the need for a touch and the refusal to give in to such a
battle of wills. She wanted him to do something, but he simply bore into her
with those eyes, those feral green eyes. He thrust into her with those eyes–
oh, she flushed and shook and trembled. She desired a coupling.
Desperately.
He made a low noise in his throat. “No, I won’t take you when you
think of another.” His voice was a caged animal, a warning, a wounded
wolf.
She gaped at him. “Husband?”
An indescribable heat spurred between her legs, and they quaked.
“When I’m in you, I want you to say my name. Dream my name and
want my name. Want it so bad that you lose all sense. I want you senseless.”
Then he pushed himself off her, stalked out of her room, and slammed
the door behind him.
She laid like death. Cold and feverish. A deep, confusing fire roared
between her legs. She grasped her womanhood, stunned at her body’s
reaction. It was empty and unfulfilled. She wished she called him back.
Called him by his name, allowed him to push her into the feathers of the
mattress.
Sleep took its time to come but when it did, she scarcely remembered
Edgar’s face.