It is the deep longing for the "honeymoon phase", missing the pink sticky notes, the poems, and the feeling of being chosen ... while currently stuck behind walls of silence and stubborn pride.
I miss the energy we had in the beginning. I miss the urgency of your replies, the way you made me feel seen, and how much effort you put into being with me.
I find myself thinking about the pink sticky notes, the poems, and how vocal you were about your feelings.
I miss hearing you say that you couldn't get me off your mind. You used to make me feel incredibly special and beautiful. Can we find our way back to that? I miss feeling chosen. I miss when it felt easy.
Right now, it feels like:
Two hearts so close, yet walls intervene,
Words go unspoken, feelings unseen.
A glance could heal us, a word could restart,
But stubborn pride keeps tearing us apart.
I'm here always
in your hurting I linger
refusing to leave, loving you through
1028
I find myself thinking about the pink sticky notes, the poems, and how vocal you were about your feelings.
I miss hearing you say that you couldn't get me off your mind. You used to make me feel incredibly special and beautiful. Can we find our way back to that? I miss feeling chosen. I miss when it felt easy.
Right now, it feels like:
Two hearts so close, yet walls intervene,
Words go unspoken, feelings unseen.
A glance could heal us, a word could restart,
But stubborn pride keeps tearing us apart.
I'm here always
in your hurting I linger
refusing to leave, loving you through
1028
by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia January 27, 2026
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Your words carry the warmth of the sun we once shared; it’s beautiful that you remember us so vividly. But I no longer long for a version of "us" where love is just a poem. I miss the heartbeat of our beginning: the pink sticky notes, the absence of walls and the beautiful urgency of being chosen without hesitation. I miss when effort was as loud as words.
I miss when an hour of my silence prompted 50 messages—tipsy-turvy poems, song clips, and memes—just to get a "digital cuddle." Back then, I never worried about being left on read or ghosted. If I was busy, you’d simply call at the end of the day, ranting about your life and whispering sweet nothings until I fell asleep. You were ultra-attentive; I felt safe and prioritized from morning until night.
Now, these poems are just ghosts. I’m longing for the hands that wrote them 832.
Let’s find our way back to *easy.* Link our trust to safety net instead of doubting it as emotional spam. A word if not a rant para will do too. I’m still here, loving you through the hurt, waiting for the man who writes but fears closeness to finally step through the walls and prove it. 1028 Let’s not just remember the magic... let’s choose to live it.
I miss when an hour of my silence prompted 50 messages—tipsy-turvy poems, song clips, and memes—just to get a "digital cuddle." Back then, I never worried about being left on read or ghosted. If I was busy, you’d simply call at the end of the day, ranting about your life and whispering sweet nothings until I fell asleep. You were ultra-attentive; I felt safe and prioritized from morning until night.
Now, these poems are just ghosts. I’m longing for the hands that wrote them 832.
Let’s find our way back to *easy.* Link our trust to safety net instead of doubting it as emotional spam. A word if not a rant para will do too. I’m still here, loving you through the hurt, waiting for the man who writes but fears closeness to finally step through the walls and prove it. 1028 Let’s not just remember the magic... let’s choose to live it.
by My ❤️ flows January 28, 2026
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I am born in 1029.
In every calendar.
With one calendar, I came into this world.
Probably searching for you.
With another calendar, I fell in love with you.
That day too,
in its own way,
I was born again.
The woman who entered your room in 1029,
though she left,
is worlds apart.
Why is loving you like this?
It never ends.
It never diminishes.
It never finds rest.
It only accelerates.
Racing.
Faster and faster.
And I understood.
I must not touch its flow.
Because no matter which way it turns,
it only grows stronger.
I have learned.
To love it in silence.
Only to love.
In every calendar.
With one calendar, I came into this world.
Probably searching for you.
With another calendar, I fell in love with you.
That day too,
in its own way,
I was born again.
The woman who entered your room in 1029,
though she left,
is worlds apart.
Why is loving you like this?
It never ends.
It never diminishes.
It never finds rest.
It only accelerates.
Racing.
Faster and faster.
And I understood.
I must not touch its flow.
Because no matter which way it turns,
it only grows stronger.
I have learned.
To love it in silence.
Only to love.
1029 is to love in silence.
by From Saint Agnes to Egypt January 31, 2026
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by My ❤️ flows February 10, 2026
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The Awakening was simply the moment I remembered you. We don't need an anniversary to prove we exist.
We are 1021
We are 1021
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Without you I am meaningless,
Your replies cherries me,
So if you read this then please
reply with your own datination.
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and it will be continued to last.
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Without you I am meaningless,
Your replies cherries me,
So if you read this then please
reply with your own datination.
I love you with my every breath
and it will be continued to last.
1026: Defination of love.
by Love means U March 14, 2025
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fireplace warms the towels🏠🌴
Quiero ser suficiente…For you❤️
I for only you..an you for only me. Mi amor
No sé cómo llegar a ti en este desierto🤷🏽
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