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He Kissed Her While I Was Healing

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I never expected my heart would end up in the hands of someone who would destroy it with a smile on his face. My name is Isabelle.  Let’s call him Daniel. We met last August, just before the start of the fall semester. We were both international students in the same program. Same major, same department, even shared two courses together. He was charming in that quiet, boyish way that didn’t try too hard. I wasn’t looking for anything, not then. But somehow, he slipped past every wall I had. Before I could blink, we were inseparable. Late-night study sessions turned into inside jokes. Inside jokes became long phone calls. Then the calls turned into slow walks back to the dorms under streetlights. It was the way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the world. It was the way we both found out we we're crazy and loved each other that way. It was the way he called me “babe” when he thought I was asleep. The way he would v ideo me because he thought I was "cute" whenev...
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The Brutal Truth About Healing: It's Not Always Pretty, and It's Never Easy

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  Healing Doesn’t Mean Forgetting. People need to understand something about healing: just because someone says they’ve “moved on” or claims they’ve “healed” doesn’t mean the pain is gone. As long as your memory still works, that betrayal, that hurt, that thing you did to someone, it never truly disappears. Emotional pain doesn't vanish like a deleted message. It lingers. It echoes. Just like physical wounds leave scars, emotional wounds do too. And those scars? They can reopen.  Sometimes, the pain hits harder the second time around. Person A might have betrayed or deeply hurt Person B, and now B claims to have moved on, but the truth is, they are trying. Trying to hold themselves together. Trying to make sense of everything. Then suddenly, a small comment or reminder triggers and reopens the wound. And when that happens, it doesn’t just sting, it bleeds deeper than it ever did before. People say, “Why is she overreacting now? She didn’t even act like this the first time.” Wh...
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5:58 am: The Dream That Didn't take off

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I stayed awake that night, unable to close my eyes, my mind tangled with hope and fear. My phone was glued to my palm, the faint glow of the screen lighting up my tired face in the dark room. Every time the clock ticked closer to 6 a.m., my heart raced faster. This was it - the moment I had poured my heart into, the moment that would define the future I had so carefully imagined. The moment that would give me hope for the dream I had dreamt for nine years.  By 5:58 a.m., the notification buzzed. My fingers trembled as I tapped it open, my breath caught somewhere between anticipation and dread. The tension was too much to bear mentally. And then I saw it. "We regret to inform you..." The words hit me like a brick, each syllable puncturing the fragile bubble of hope I had built. My vision blurred as tears welled up, spilling over onto my cheeks, hot and relentless. I blinked, hoping I’d misread, hoping the words would rearrange themselves into a miracle. I sat there frozen, my ...
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The Face You'll Never See

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You won’t find a name here - only pieces of a soul written in whispers and screams. My name is not important- only the stories I tell. I am the unseen, the unheard, and the untold. These stories are my language, fragments of a life stitched together with threads of joy, sorrow, and longing. Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is how the words make you feel. Maybe you’ll find a mirror here. Maybe you’ll find a stranger. Either way, welcome to the in-between, where emotions find their voice.
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