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“The Dagger in the Heart You seem so calm, the sea before a storm, still in the hush before the waves arise. But then—a memory drifts through your mind, a fleeting touch of kindness long ago, the quiet smile of someone in a café, her laughter caught in sunlight, soft and bright. A yellow tulip, trembling in your hands, tucked in her hair, as golden as the dawn. An old slip of paper, edges curling thin, her number scrawled in ink now blurred with time— and all at once, the stillness breaks apart. Some words remain, though years have worn their sound, like daggers lodged too deep within the heart. They never twist, they never pull away, but linger there, a whisper in the dark, a wound unclosed, a shadow breathing near. No matter where you turn, they echo back, the syllables that cut and left their scar, a voice that lingers long after it's gone.”

“You once shared with me the essence of love: to prioritize another's happiness and fulfilment. Today, I honour that wisdom by choosing to step away. It's agonising to detach from someone who holds a piece of your heart. However, yearning or longing doesn't confer ownership. Eventually, you must let your heart endure the ache of parting, like a sunset bidding farewell to the day. It's frustrating how, even after letting go, thoughts linger and memories haunt—replaying what was, what could have been, and the regrets of should-haves. Yet, despite the agony, I release my grip because it's the kindest act I can offer. I love, and in love, I release. That, I believe, is the greatest gift I can give.”

“When Someone Leaves They do not take your breath or still your heart, but piece by piece, you crumble into dust. The scent they wore no longer haunts the air, and something in you wilts, a quiet death. You watch the space where once they used to stand, the ghost of motion lingers in the dark. The rustle of their clothes is lost to time, a whisper swallowed whole by memory. You call for them in dreams, in restless nights, but only echoes answer in the void. And bit by bit, the world is drained of light— until there’s nothing left but hollow space, a silence vast enough to swallow stars. I wonder if that’s how it truly feels, to miss someone so bad it cuts like steel, a dagger twisting deep inside the gut, each thought of them a wound that will not heal.”