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1028 by Wanderlust_721 September 11, 2023
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1028
My love, my heart
the possessor of my soul
your pain is mine
your hurt seeps into me
slowly, quietly
like dusk undoing the day
tell me of it
the part that aches
and I’ll lay my tongue
as balm on your wounds
until you forget pain
and remember just my name
the possessor of my soul
your pain is mine
your hurt seeps into me
slowly, quietly
like dusk undoing the day
tell me of it
the part that aches
and I’ll lay my tongue
as balm on your wounds
until you forget pain
and remember just my name
1028 by Love you too October 25, 2025
1028
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
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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
1028 by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia January 27, 2026
1028
To be incredibly articulate in ink yet entirely silent in person. A connection of words where love has retreated from action into poetry. While the words are beautiful, any relationship cannot live on a page alone.
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.
1028 by My ❤️ flows January 28, 2026
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When a person, not a place, becomes your only true sanctuary. It is the beautifully painful reality of carrying a deep, exposing longing for their specific energy wherever you go. It’s the feeling of moving through the motions of everyday life, while remaining completely homesick for one human being.
It doesn't matter where I am, or how breathtaking the view is, I look at the world and only feel the ache of your absence, wishing you were there to see it all with me. I miss your quiet gravity and the absolute comfort of just existing beside you. Admitting this leaves me terrifyingly exposed, but pretending otherwise is exhausting.
I miss you deeply, honestly, and entirely.
I just want you to come home home.
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I miss you deeply, honestly, and entirely.
I just want you to come home home.
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1028 by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia May 27, 2026
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