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Lately, I've been thinking about how some things in life don't really make sense while they're happening.

Sometimes we question why certain people came into our lives, why some stayed, why some left, and why certain experiences changed us so much.

But maybe not everything is meant to make sense immediately.

I've started noticing little things that feel like signs — a prayer I made quietly, a conversation I wasn't expecting, something I randomly read at exactly the right moment, or just a feeling inside me that tells me I'm not the same person I used to be.

Maybe that's what growing is.

You don't always notice yourself changing while it's happening.

Sometimes growth feels confusing. Sometimes it feels lonely. Sometimes you genuinely wonder if you're even moving forward.

But then you look back and realize you're becoming someone you once prayed to become.

I think we can be blessed in ways we don't even recognize yet.

Maybe some things are working quietly in the background.

Maybe some things aren't happening against us, but simply aren't ready for us yet.

And sometimes I think a “sign” doesn't have to be something huge.

Maybe it's just that quiet feeling in your soul saying:

keep going. 🌙

I'm curious — have you ever experienced something that felt like a sign at exactly the right moment?

I think as we grow older, we start noticing the quiet signs around us. A small moment, a sudden feeling, a person entering our life at the right time, or even something that happens when we least expect it. Happiness and sadness somehow share the same heartbeat, and both teach us something about ourselves.

Maybe the universe is constantly leaving little reminders for us. We just have to slow down enough to notice them. Sometimes, we also need to step into our own shadows and see other people fully—their light, their silence, and the struggles they never talk about.

Maybe the universe lives in all of us, waiting for us to notice.

Do you believe some moments are signs, or do we only call them signs after they happen?

30–04–2024

Look... we're under the same moon. Isn't that beautiful?

The moon above us shines for both of us, as if it's quietly calling us to look at it together. Sometimes I like to believe it's fond of us, patiently waiting for the right time for our paths to cross.

You're so beautiful.
Has no one ever told you that before?

I know everything seemed strange at first. But when you start liking someone, you never stop to weigh the pros and cons. You don't search for perfection because, somehow, they already feel perfect exactly as they are.

Then one day, without realizing it, you fall in love.

Suddenly, you're smiling for no reason.
Laughing a little louder.
Finding joy in the smallest things.

You haven't even told them how you feel, and somehow... it doesn't matter whether they love you back or not.

Because simply loving them becomes enough.

Here I am, living with memories you never meant to create for us.

I quietly stole every little moment, every conversation, every glance I imagined, and tucked them safely inside my heart.

Now I fall a little deeper every single day.

And maybe...

you still think I'm just a silly little girl.

— a small part from the book I'm writing.

“Well, maybe you are the chosen one.”

That’s what he said to me once.

And I remember thinking…
chosen for what?
To love someone so deeply that it destroys me from the inside out?
To get hurt while still holding onto them with every part of my soul?

Look what you’ve done to me.

The things I used to fear no longer scare me anymore.
You made me stronger somehow.
Bolder.
Colder.

And yet I still feel numb.

No matter how much time passes, there are nights where I still sink so low thinking about you.

We never met.
I never got the chance to touch your face, your hands, or hold you close.
But somehow…
you touched my soul from miles away.

And maybe that’s the part that hurts the most.

You healed the inner child inside me before you left.
You made me feel seen in ways nobody ever did.

Sometimes it feels insane that distance could create something this intense.
Because even without meeting you, I still remember the feeling of your presence as if you were beside me all along.

I don’t know where you are now.
But every time I think about you, I still get scared a little.

Not because I hate you.
But because you changed me forever.

You lied so smoothly that I didn’t even notice myself falling apart until it was too late.
You made me sick with love, with longing, with obsession.

And the worst part is…
even when I try to move on, even when I talk to someone new, it never feels the same.

I still crave you in the quietest parts of the night.

And maybe that’s pathetic.
Maybe it’s dangerous.
But if I’m being honest with myself…

a part of me is still waiting for you to come back.

— a late-night passage from the book i’m writing.

Sometimes the hardest thing isn’t changing.
It’s accepting that your old self can’t save you anymore.

You keep repeating the same pain, the same habits, the same memories, hoping something magically feels different one day. But it never does.

Resist the version of you that keeps destroying your peace.
The angry you.
The hopeless you.
The one who keeps going back to things that already broke you.

Cry if you need to.
Break down if you have to.
But don’t stay there forever.

Because healing isn’t pretending nothing hurt you.
It’s deciding the pain doesn’t get to control you anymore.

And please — never cry over the same thing for the rest of your life.
Some wounds are lessons, not homes.