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“You can miss places. You can miss people. Just know that what you’re really missing is the way things were. And even if you could go there again…. see them again…. you can’t go back. They’re not the same. You’re not the same. The loss of them changed you.”

“Relația mă transforma. Mă făcea să urăsc persoana pe care o vedeam în oglindă, căci era opusul a ceea ce voiam să fiu, dar îmi lipsea tăria să pun punct. Mă agățam de momentele în care lui îi păsase de mine, uitasem să închid ușa trecutului și prin ea vedeam lucruri a căror umbră nici măcar nu o mai zăream în prezent. Aparent, speranța e o lamă cu două tăișuri, pe care ești nevoit să o cuprinzi între degete, legat la ochi fiind. Iar eu preferam să strâng mai bine fașa în loc să încerc să privesc prin ea.”

“There’s no rush to hold on to what is falling away...!! . It's ok to embrace the lingering serenity of autumn, where the air grows heavier with the scent of decaying leaves. In that stillness, a slow acceptance unfolds, reminding us that fading is not the same as loss...it is a quiet renewal. A pause before the next rhythm of life. It's ok to feel the weight of nostalgia as the days shorten. The sun dipping lower, casting shadows that stretch like memories. These moments of reflection are part of the season’s gift, allowing us to trace the path we’ve walked without the urgency to move forward. It's ok to let the world around you slow down, as the trees shed their leaves in deliberate surrender. There’s no rush to hold on to what is falling away. In this surrender, there’s a percipience. It tells us everything has its time, and to release is to make space for what’s to come. It's ok to sit with the quiet ache of autumn evenings, where the chill in the air finds its way to your bones. That cold is a reminder of the inevitable cycles we are bound to. Of growth, decay, and the beauty that lies in the in-between moments of transition.”

“But in that moment, they already saw him as a lucid vision from the nostalgic past like when a deceased loved one visits you in a dream and you wrap them up in your arms and refuse to let go until you wake up tightly clutching your pillow and crying into it, and still you refuse to let go.”

“Somewhere buried deep in my heart was a longing for him, for us, for all that had remained unfinished. I only wished that my heart understood the way my mind did, that some questions could never be answered, that some words needed to remain unsaid, that some of our most significant relationships needed to be severed.”

“The memories come back like the rainbow after the rain with all the hues and shades of color and an unending train the bougainvillea tree nearby my parents house where I grew up did not ask me my name she embraced me as she had done in my schooldays in every way the same the little squirrel just now tip-toed down the lane looking at the spectacle unfolding in the rain after all these years I have come back to my parents home the clouds have different shapes but the air smells the same ...”

“RELFECTIONS (Time Machine III) A young man stares at his reflection, And sees an old man looking back. “Where did the time go?” he wonders. And, “How did we ever lose track?” “Is this the same person, that amounts to wondrous things? How long did we spend dreaming? Is this reflection really as it seems? Who are you old man? I’ve seen you in times before. Is this, the face that greets me, the mask I always wore?” The young man drops his stare, And moves towards the door. The boy he thought he was, He can recognize no more.”

“On summer nights when the windows are open, you can listen in on people's lives—babies crying, kids laughing, radios blaring, mothers yelling, couples fighting. Funny thing is, the sounds are always the same. Even though different people come and go, the sounds stay the same. I like that. It makes me feel a part of something big, something never ending, like the stars.”

“Tonight, an old ache awakens within me, a yearning that threads through my veins like a distant song. I am consumed by a passion that seizes every corner of my soul, an urgent fire that longs to be stoked by your touch. The thought of you ignites a blaze that refuses to be contained, a hunger for the nights we could share, where our bodies speak the language of longing, and every moment is a tender exploration of desire. I feel us entwined already, as if our souls have danced together before. Without you, I wander in a sea of echoes, lost in the silent spaces where your presence should be. You are not just a lover; you are the very pulse of my heart. In your embrace, I find a completeness that words cannot capture, a connection that feels ancient and profound— a bond that burns fiercely, beautifully, even as it breaks my heart. Please, let us come together soon. I am aching with a fervor that only you can soothe, burning with a passion that is both a comfort and a torment, an insatiable need to be near you, to lose myself in the warmth of our union. All I desire is to be with you, to surrender to the depth of our shared longing, for you are the world to me, the fire that lights my darkest nights.”

“A fleeting dream” I once dreamed of us in some hazy, far-off future. We owned a small, weathered house by the sea, a place where light poured in soft and warm, and everything was touched by gold. The day was mellow, the kind that promised tranquility and peace. I covered your eyes with my hands, guiding you toward the little apartment— faded wallpaper, creaking floors, the soft decay of things well-loved. Old green windows and the faint scent of salt in the air. The walls carried whispers of a long time passing. It wasn’t much, but it was enough, because it was ours. I pulled my hands away, and you had seen the sea, endless and shimmering, and in that moment, you were radiant, smiling like you’d found something you never knew you needed. You loved it then, loved it with that quiet look you had— a soft smile that spoke of everything unspoken. You smiled like you’d tasted a secret that could never be shared, and for that moment, we were wrapped in something delicate and fleeting, a quiet happiness that felt too fragile to hold for long. You loved it, loved the way the sun hit the water just right, loved the quiet promise held in the soft hum of the waves. For that brief, perfect moment, you were happy, and so was I, lost in the simple beauty of what could have been.”