Lonlymoon000

Some loves are so deep and twisted that only the one feeling them can understand, others can only see the damage, not the devotion.

I’m grieving the things that once made me feel alive, and learning how to find myself again without forcing joy where it no longer lives.

Can you truly unlove someone you once loved so deeply, or are you simply learning how to live with their absence?

The prettiest smile hides the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears. And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.


-Gal Bie

It’s normal for us to want the best, but sometimes that’s begins the stress.

Life is like coffee. Your job, your house, money, status, those are the cup. Yes, they are important, but they are not the essence of life. The problem is that we focus too much on the cup, so we fail to enjoy the coffee.

Always remember: just because you have everything doesn’t mean you’re happy. Those who know how to be grateful and appreciate what they have, they are the ones who are truly happy.

Surviving is not equal to living

You miss who you were and that hurts. But that version of you isn’t gone. She’s just buried under too much weight.

Ever since then, I've learned to lean into the quiet rhythm of the journey, trusting the process, trusting God’s plan, believing that even in exhaustion, He is shaping something beautiful within me.

Bending yourself just to meet expectations can get exhausting. Sometimes the pressure to be “perfect” makes you feel like every mistake is a big failure.

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Not every hurt needs words to heal,
Sometimes just being there is real.
A gentle presence, calm and near,
Can ease the weight we quietly bear.
No need for answers to be said,
Your presence speaks with love instead.
And in that silence, soft and true,
The heart finds peace because of you.

The more we understand ourselves our flaws, doubts, and mistakes the less we expect others to be perfect. Everyone carries unseen struggles, and knowing this teaches us patience and grace instead of judgment.Patience isn't weakness it's the quiet strength of knowing we're all learning, failing, and trying. So before you judge someone's story, remember you don't see their full picture just like they don't see yours.

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Be the reason someone believes in goodness again." Not because you're perfect, but because you chose to be kind when you had every reason not to. You smiled through your storms. You listened, even when your own heart was breaking. You showed up with softness in a world that often isn't. And maybe that's what real strength looks like. Being gentle, when life gave you every reason to be hard.

Terminal Lucidity Motor

Mama once said, Don't you cry for men, Don't let your world in vain, Take their flowers, take their time, But never call one "mine" She said, Collect but never select, Play the game but don't connect. Let them chase, let them try, Never bow, just stand high. Be the storm they never ask, It's better to look strong and wise, Than a pity helpless one in their eyes.
She taught me, hearts are not for trade,
Don't get lost in the games they're played

You say “I want you” but I guess only my skin,
Not my thoughts, not my heart, not the mess I’m in.
I can’t be a shadow, a second place,
While you dream of her and picture her face.
You love one another, I can see,
So why pretend you’re here for me?

You spoke of her, the girl you adore,
I saw your eyes, they asked for more.
“Yes, I love her,” you softly confessed,
And in my chest, a heaviness pressed.

How strange it feels, this aching part,
I knew the rules, but lost my heart.
You’re not mine, I’m not yours, it’s true,
Yet why does it hurt to let go of you?

Some men don't marry for love, they marry for image.

Not to build a family, but to look "respectable" in front of other men.

And that's the trap: a marriage built on appearances will always collapse.
Because respect doesn't come from status.
It comes from loyalty, presence, and truth.

What do you think?do people marry for love, or for validation?

Scene from Daddio (2023)

My little one, so sweet, so small,
A wagging tail, the joy of all.
Sweet kisses and clingy paws that held me tight,
Now gone yet haunting me every day and night

I called you child, my dearest friend,
A love I thought would never end.
Now silence sits where laughter stayed,
And empty arms where you once laid


- I'm sorry I couldn't save you

Everything I held
slipped like sand
first your smile,
then his breath

Now my heart ache
with emptiness,
as if God Himself
unfolded my fingers
to leave me bare

Cold air rushes in,
sharp as grief,
and I wonder
is this loss
a cruel silence,
or a gentle push
toward letting go

She thought it’s pass, just fade away,
That night that stole her peace to stay
But shadows whispered in her head,
And filled her dreams with silent dread
The fear kept knocking, loud and clear,
And fed her mind with doubt and fear
She’s not insane, but feels the slip,
Of sanity that’s lost its grip
No peace, no pause, just endless spin
A war that burns deep within
And though the world sees nothing wrong,
She’s fought her mind too loud,

I gave my heart, through no one could see
No words, no vows, no you and me
He move through life both kind and free
Unknowingly what he meant for me
No bitter end, no storm, no flame
Just love that never spoke his name
And thought I walk this world apart
He carries still my silent heart
And when I rest beneath the skies
Let no one mourn, but realize
That love once held, through never shown
Can bloom in silence, all it's own.

Your “willingness” came from wounds, not from freedom, and now you’re waking up, feeling strange, ashamed and confused, but that means you're starting to see, and that’s where healing begins.

And sometimes...

I kept my feelings to myself.
Not because they weren't true, but because they lived too deeply to be spoken out loud.

So I carried them-in the silence between my words, in the pauses of my smile in the weight behind my eyes.

I wasn't trying to hide...
I just didn't know how to unwrap something so fragile in a world that doesn't always listen gently.

Sometimes, people who've been broken in their early years learn to give themselves away, not because they want to
but because deep down, they believe that’s all they’re good for.

Villain will be villain, until you didn't know about their past.

There's always someone in the background. Someone who sees, someone who feels, even if you don't realize it. There's always a heart being touched by your actions, even the smallest ones.
The longest study on happiness, from Harvard University, proved that it's not success or wealth that fulfills us, but the relationships we build and the moments we share.

You were the "calm" and "mature" one the easy kid who held everything together. They praised your strength, but no one asked what it cost you. You weren’t strong, just scared. Not mature, just traumatized. You weren't calm, just exhausted. You became what others needed, and in the process, you forgot how to care for yourself. That wasn’t peace, it was survival.

" I'm so afraid of losing something I love ( again ) that I refuse to love anything"

- Jonathan Safran Foer

Love is greedy, blind, unkind,
It robs the peace and steals the mind
But when it's real and shared the same
It burns with joy, a sacred flame.

Destiny really seems to keep testing me in things I never asked for and never even wanted in the first place. It's like I'm being pushed into battles I have no desire to fight, yet I’m forced to endure and win them anyway.

Sometimes I feel like I'm not made for friendships, or any kind of relationship at all. I rarely text, barely reply, and I’m not sure if I even miss anyone. I won’t hold you back, but I also won’t beg you to stay. Maybe I’m the problem, not the people around me. I try to listen, to care, but when it comes down to it, am I actually there for anyone? I still don't have an answer.

Every time I try to be heartless, something inside me whispers, “This isn’t you.”
Even the smallest unkindness lingers like a quiet ache. No matter how hard the world tries to harden me, I can’t let go of my softness, because once I lose it, I lose a part of myself. Even with a broken heart, I still believe in kindness.

Kindness has become soo uncommon that now if you show it to someone, they think, you love them!

It's Humanity, Not Love.

Carl Jung once said that loneliness isn’t about being alone, but about feeling like you can’t share what truly matters to you. Healing begins when you find the courage to express those deep, important things so you don’t have to carry them alone.

As you getting older, you notice how people really do make time for the things they love & excuses for the things they don't.

There’s a difference between running from pain and overcoming it. Growth begins when we face our pain, not avoid it. Feel it, heal from it, and rise above it. Only then can you truly say you’re an overcomer. Avoiding pain means avoiding growth.