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Aku tidak tahu sejak kapan Namamu jadi doa yang tak pernah aku ucapkan keras-keras Setiap hari aku melihatmu Begitu dekat… Seolah Tuhan sengaja menempatkanmu di depan mataku Tapi hatimu Tidak pernah tinggal di tempat yang sama denganku Aku sering berpura-pura sibuk Berpura-pura tidak melihatmu Padahal di dalam hati Aku hanya ingin satu hal sederhana Kamu menyapaku duluan… Bukan karena aku tidak berani Tapi karena aku takut Kalau ternyata aku tidak pernah berarti apa-apa untukmu Ada saat dimana kita hampir bertatapan Tapi aku justru menunduk Karena aku tahu Kalau aku melihat matamu terlalu lama Hatiku akan semakin hancur Kamu tahu tidak Betapa anehnya perasaan ini… Aku bahagia hanya karena melihatmu lewat Tapi setelah kamu pergi Dadaku terasa kosong seperti kehilangan sesuatu Yang bahkan tidak pernah kumiliki Kadang aku ingin marah pada hatiku sendiri Kenapa harus kamu… Kenapa harus orang yang begitu dekat Tapi terasa paling jauh Setiap malam aku mencoba meyakinkan diriku Bahwa suatu hari aku akan lupa Tapi pagi datang lagi Dan kamu masih orang yang sama Yang diam-diam aku cari Lucunya… Kamu mungkin tidak pernah tahu Bahwa ada seseorang Yang setiap hari menahan perasaan Agar tidak terlihat olehmu Jika suatu hari aku benar-benar bisa melupakanmu Mungkin itu bukan karena hatiku sembuh Tapi karena hatiku sudah terlalu lelah Menunggu seseorang Yang bahkan tidak tahu bahwa dia sedang ditunggu

no hay una sola cosa que no haría por ti y lo escribo aquí porque no me importa si solo tu o todo el mundo lee esto, yo te amo y quiero estar contigo toda mi vida y es algo que puedo decir sin pensarlo; te amo changuito y todavía nos imagino llevando a nuestra hija a six un lunes, faltando porque somos jefes en la secretaría y regresando a la casa de mil millones a descansar juntitos viendo la vida que construimos juntos, haciéndote de comer tus cosas favoritas y viendo un viernes botanero juntos, llevando a nuestro hijo todo regañado al futbol los domingos y luego yéndonos por una crepa a periférico ): mi amor todavía quiero esa vida pero solo la quiero contigo porque en verdad si no es contigo yo no quiero a nadie más, erees tú y siempreeee serás tu ): te juro que haría cualquier cosa en el mundo para que lo sepas, para que sepas todo lo que siento por ti; del uno al diez un millón dieguito

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Je voulais te dire que je suis vraiment désolée pour ce qui s’est passé, avec un peu de recul, je me suis rendue compte que j’aurais dû agir autrement mais je ne l’ai pas fait car je voulais pas faire ça dans ces situations… mais c’est une erreur de ma part. Ça me fait beaucoup de peine de te voir dans cet état car je regrette d’avoir créé cette situation entre nous. Je comprends que ça ta rendu frustré par ces choses là, mais je veux que tu sache que je suis navrée pour mon comportement et ce que je t’ai fais ressentir. Tu comptes beaucoup pour moi et je t’aimerais toujours de tout mon cœur Wassim. Tu es la plus belle chose qui m’est arrivée dans ma vie. Je ferais en sorte d’être toujours meilleur de moi-même malgré les erreurs que j’ai pu commettre car j’y tiens énormément à notre relation et qui signifie ma vie entière avec toi. Je souhaite que le bonheur pour notre couple. Je t’aime Wassim ! ❤️

I can’t even begin to explain my love for you. The way your voice calms my heart, the way just looking at you rests my eyes after a long tiring day, the way you tell me so excitedly about what you did. It’s just so important to me, more than anything. It’s almost been a year (9 months 20 days and 3 hours to be exact) but it feels like I’ve known you for much longer. I’ve never gotten this close to someone this fast. You’re my favourite person Hamnah. I love you THE MOSTEST. Also “Poetry in Motion” means poetry the keeps moving, or in essence keeps “changing”. You are the most beautiful poetry I’ve ever seen.

I can’t even begin to explain my love for you. The way your voice calms my heart, the way just looking at you rests my eyes after a long tiring day, the way you tell me so excitedly about what you did. It’s just so important to me, more than anything. It’s almost been a year (9 months 20 days and 3 hours to be exact) but it feels like I’ve known you for much longer. I’ve never gotten this close to someone this fast. You’re my favourite person Hamnah. I love you THE MOSTEST.

Dear Respectfully Good day to you Sirmay i use this opportunity to introduce myself to you.I am Capt. Ahmed Salif a formal Sudanese Army. I defected from the Army and made a way with funds that was giving to me to purchase Arms and Ammunition.I run away from the Sudanese Army led by General( Abdel Fattah al-Burhan) who is the leader of Sudanese Armed Forces (SAF) I am reaching out to you in confidential to assist me invest the funds I have with me that was made to purchase arm's.I have deposited the funds in vault for safe keeping and to investment with it.As i have served the Army for 25 years and as nothing to show for it.this information is highly classified.

I don't know why I'm writing this. You won't read it. Maybe that's exactly why I can. I'm not angry anymore. I'm not even sad in the way I used to be. It's something quieter now... like standing in a room where music used to play. We could have been so good. We could have been so many things. And yet we ended up being this. I need to tell you something. I'm not Al anymore. I'm not your Alex. That version of me... she ceased to exist the moment we did. I spent years slowly disappearing inside the relationship, wearing strength like armor, holding everyone up because I told myself you weren't ready yet. That you were still learning how to carry yourself, let alone the world. So I carried it for both of us. I carried it until my arms gave out and I didn't even recognize them as mine anymore. But she's gone now. And I don't mourn her. I'm Ro. Just Ro. The real one, the one that was always underneath all that weight, waiting for someone to finally put it down. I'm learning her. I'm learning that I don't have to bleed to prove I love someone. That love isn't supposed to leave marks. And you, my little girl... my Stepi. My unexpected rain. You came into my life like weather I didn't check the forecast for. My storm. My deep, dark ocean that I kept diving into even when I couldn't breathe underwater. You are cold to the bone, my love, cold in a way that goes deeper than skin... and yet you look like a ray of sunshine. You fool everyone. You almost fooled me. Almost. Your cold is so constant, so patient, that it stops feeling like cold after a while. It starts to feel like fire. It burns. It marks. It stays. And I think that was always your most dangerous gift... making people confuse your frost for warmth, your distance for depth, your wounds for walls that were just waiting to come down. And those eyes. God, those eyes. Blue like the ocean I drowned in, blue like the sky I looked at every morning when I woke up and thought of you before I even thought of myself. I will never forget your eyes as long as I live. I don't want to. They're mine to keep, even if you aren't. You grew up in a place where toxicity was the language everyone spoke. And you learned it fluently, not because you're cruel, but because it was the only tongue that ever made sense to you. That's what breaks my heart the most. Not what you did. But why. You don't know another way to love because no one ever showed you one. And I tried. God, I tried. I gave you everything that was in my hands, in my mind, in my body. Everything that lived in my heart. And none of it was enough, not because I was insufficient, but because you can't fill a wound from the outside. I can't save someone who doesn't know they need saving. I can't show someone their toxicity when that toxicity feels like home to them. I can't make you see the fog when you've lived in it so long you think it's just the air. My poor girl. So lost. So confused. Living in a cold, humid, rainy climate, longing for the warmth of summer but flinching every time the sun gets too close. From strangers to lovers. From lovers to something dangerous and sweet. From danger to war. From war to enemies. From enemies to something like death. And from death... to this. To grief. To a letter you'll never read. Our story was always twisted. Always melancholic. Beautiful the way storms are beautiful. From a distance. I can't do anything for you anymore. I've done everything within my power and more. And now I have to carry my life for myself. Not for you, not for anyone else. Just me. Just Ro. I hope one day the fog lifts for you. I hope one day you find your summer. But I can't wait in the cold anymore. I loved you. Entirely. Recklessly. In a way I hadn't even learned yet. And I'm finally, finally letting that be enough

Dear Dad, Why did u have to go so early? I miss u so much. u were such a horrible person but there was good in you and I learned so much from u. My stepdad is such a fucking monster and took advantage of my past and now that ur not here, mom is out of control, shes becoming alot like u but worse. she takes sides with a man even tho it was his fault. None of this would have happend if u just went to the fucking doctors to get checked. I miss u Dad.. its my birthday on Tuesday and ill make sure to celebrate urs on Thursday. If only i could've said goodbye.

Kamu itu sempurna. Aku mengagumimu

Tuhan capeekkk....! Menunggu seseorang dalam diam, berharap seseorang dalam diam. Terkadang saya merasa ga pantas di miliki orang itu tuhan. Tuhan kamu tahu aku mengagumi dia tolong jangan siksa aku tuhan dengan perasaan yang tanpa berujung ini. Saya ingin bahagia saya ingin normal tanpa ketergantungan dalam hayalan ku. Tuhan di mataku dia sangat sempurna ibarat beribu bintang di langit malam hanya dia yg paling terang sedang kan aku hanya astroid kecil yang mengembara di langit malam. Tapi satu hal tuhan aku sangat mencintai dia dan jika bukan dia orang yang tepat buat aku tolong jangan buat aku terlalu larut dalam perasaan ini.... I Lv buat Qm 8 maret 2026

Aku mencintaimu. Tapi aku tidak tau cara memiliki mu...!!

Buenoss diasss, tardes, noches queridos televidentes hoy tengo el mismísimo placer de contarles una historia sobre un chico q se fue enamorando poco a poco de la mujer más guapa q existe en toda la esférica tierra donde habitamos, donde muchos cometen el horrible error de llamarlo hogar, y de se seguro se preguntaran el por qué, q se fumo este chaval, pq para ciro el unico lugar q puede ser llamado hogar tiene 5 letras, ustedes q piensan? q puede ser esa cosa q ciro considera un hogar, 5 letras...? penes? no, la palabra correcta queridos televidentes es aidis, si, vos chaval, la mujer más interesante de toda España pq sos mí único hogar en donde planeo quedarme por una banda de tiempo, pq sos la chavala más interesante q conozco dónde cada día con vos es como despertase abrir la heladera y encontrarse la milanesa q sobro del día anterior, si, así de lindo es hablar con vos chaval, bueno, sigamos con esta hermosa historia llena de amor, suspenso, fotos pies, EHHHH hola? bueno q pasa, la chavala ida decide querer conocer al tío majo este q es un capo, y obvio el ciro todo inocente no sabía q por delante de él estaba pasando la mujer más increíble de todas, bueno ciro decide darle una oportunidad para q se conozcan, q pasa en ese momento? resulta ser q ambos se estaban empezando a enamorarse uno del otro, ida decide pasarle una foto a ciro, ciro todo emocionado por ver la foto dice q si, q dale, ida toda una maja le pasa una foto de sus ojos, ciro todo sorprendido no puede creer lo q ve, seguro se estarán preguntando el pq? y si, ciro se quedó totalmente enamorado de sus ojos, para ciro era como ver los ojos más hermosos q había visto en toda su fuvking vida, ciro todo nervioso le dice q tiene unos buenísimos ojos, pasan los días charla va y viene, hasta q llegan un punto donde el pequeño ciro quiere dar el siguiente paso, a q paso se preguntan, seeee al famosísimo "te quiero" ciro lo empieza a usar de repente muy seguido ida toda confundida pq un tío tan guay le dice te quiero se empieza a sentir confundida con todo esto, ciro todo preocupado le pregunta ida todo bien? ida dice q si pero lo q no saben es q ida estaba muy confundida pero no pq no sentía de la misma manera q ciro, pasa q está mujer es la chavala más romántica q existe y empieza a asustarse pq para ella el te quiero es algo muy grande, ida habla con ciro sobre esto, ciro todo triste le dice q la entiende, pasan las semanas e ida decide hablar con el pequeño Ciro, le explica q capaz estaba confundida por el momento pero no significaba q no quería a ciro, así q si, como se lo imaginan, ida empieza a usar el famosísimo te quiero, pasan las semanas ida y ciro avanzan mucho en la relación, empiezan a sentir celos, se empiezan a amar en secreto, hasta q llegan un punto donde para ambos fue la peor desición de la historia de las historias jamas contadas, si, ciro y la tía ida deciden darse un tiempo por pequeñas confusiones q tuvieron en donde no pudieron hablarlas, ambos con el corazón totalmente destruido, se sienten triste, se extrañan mutuamente pq saben q están echos del uno para el otro, hasta q entienden q pueden volver a intentarlo, ambos emocionados por un nuevo comienzo diciden aceptarlo, el famoso cida estaba creciendo más q nunca, charlas y charlas, más llamadas y más llamadas, hasta q si, empezaron a ser más cariñoso con el uno al otro, ida cada vez más segura de si misma empieza a mandar fotos a ciro, Ciro obvio con cada foto q veía seguía sin entender cómo la mina está se fija en el siendo la mujer más hermosa q había visto y entonces si, ambos confiesan su amor, pasaron muchas cosas juntos, superándo cualquier obstáculo q se interponga en su relación, hasta q llegan el primer te amo y el más querido mí amor, ciro todo enamorado no puede creer lo q está viviendo, la tía más guapa q conoce le está diciendo amor? ciro todo emocionado empieza a ilusionarse en secreto mientras q de parte la ida, si, también se sentía de la misma manera, ambos enamorados empiezan a ilusionarse con tener una relación, ciro comete un error la de la cual está muy arrepentido, pero no queremos saber de eso, pq? pq está historia es pura felicidad, una gran persona me enseñó q mientras aprendamos de nuestros errores podemos ser mejores personas, entonces ciro se enfoca en ser esa persona q la tía ida se merece, hasta el punto donde ciro todo nervioso quiere confesar su amor y le dicee: ida querés ser el puré de mí milanesa?

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I'm here again, I don't even know where to start this. That day when I heard that word… right there itself I felt like I had already lost something. After that I went through a lot of things… things you will probably never know, and honestly, things I don’t even want to share. Konni moments lo anipinchindi ivanni cheppakudadhu ani. But at the end… nv dhini kuda overthink cheyadam naku istam ledhu. You clearly said, “nen adagalsinavi adigesa… I don’t need any answers and I don’t care about your answers.” But ee particular point lo, nala nuvu kuda questions tho migilipokudadhu ani anipinchindi. Anduke… each and every question ans chesa Not because you asked for it, because you needed to know them ! "Nene vadhilinchukunna Ee matram blame chesukunte chaalu aah ??" Is this all I want from you? Do you think I'm here to blame you back? No, right. Aa roju kuda nenu adhi just a story ani endhuku cheppa? Because I never wanted you to blame yourself. "Nenu oka memory ga unnanu anukunna but oka nightmare antunte antha worst ga unnana anipistundi " Memory? Nightmare? It’s not about you. It’s not about the moments I had with you. It’s about the things I went through after that. The God knows the truth,” ante — “God kadhu, nene suffer ayya” anav. that’s a fact , i can't say no for it Maybe I’m not mentioning your name in my Insta stories anymore. Maybe I’m not talking about you with my friends anymore. But that God alone knows how many times I mentioned your name in front of Him. He knows how many times I went to Him… just so I wouldn’t keep overthinking things. (Nv parichayam chesina " Radha Krishna " ne macha) At the end of everything, naku okate ardham ayyindi macha. We kept arguing and fighting through these WhatsApp texts. But instead of all this, if we had just sat beside each other and talked, like we used to in our college days… looking into each other’s eyes and saying what we actually felt. Because that’s how we used to solve things back then. I strongly feel that if we had done that even once, this gap wouldn’t be here today. (Maybe one right conversation was all we needed to clear this.)

M, You always liked controlling the narrative. It was almost impressive - how quickly you could twist a moment, rewrite a memory, rearrange a room full of people with nothing but a smirk and a sentence. You mocked my face. My body. My weight. You said it casually, like it was entertainment. Like I was a character you’d written purely for your own amusement. And when I left, you didn’t stop. You migrated. Slipped into my old friend group like a parasite finding new host tissue. You rewrote history so cleanly that, for a while, I almost admired the technique. Suddenly you were the wounded one. The misunderstood one. The victim. And I was the monster. Tell me - did you believe it when you said it? Or was it just easier than admitting that cruelty was the only language you were fluent in? You haven’t seen me in three years. Three years is enough time for bones to mend. For skin to thicken. For silence to turn into observation. You thought you were intimidating back then. But I was studying you. I know how you operate, M. I know how you laugh a little too hard when you’re unsure. How you escalate rumours when someone gets too close to the truth. How you panic when control slips from your hands. You don’t scare me. You never did. What scared me was the idea that you might actually matter. You don’t. Here’s the thing about lies: they require maintenance. You have to remember who you told what. You have to monitor reactions. You have to keep adjusting the story so it doesn’t collapse under its own weight. That must be exhausting. I’ve been quiet for three years. Not because I couldn’t speak. Because I didn’t need to. The truth doesn’t beg for attention. It waits. It gathers proof. It listens. And then, when the timing is perfect, it surfaces. You’ve built yourself on distortion. On borrowed sympathy. On a version of events that only survives if I stay silent. I’m not silent anymore. I don’t need to raise my voice. I don’t need to threaten you. I don’t need to chase you. All I have to do is exist - confidently, clearly, unapologetically - and your story unravels on its own. People grow up, M. They start noticing patterns. And you are a pattern. You always thought I was the fragile one. The easy target. The girl you could shrink with a glance. But you miscalculated something very important: You underestimated what happens when the person you tried to erase decides to step back into the room. I’m back now. Not desperate. Not emotional. Not looking for closure. I’m back informed. You should be careful with what you say. With what you imply. With which version of events you choose next. Because when the mask slips - and it always does - it won’t be me scrambling to explain myself. It will be you. And I won’t intervene. I’ll just watch. – remember.