Ever since I can remember writing has been my biggest passion, however I have given into the lack of motivation a couple of years ago. The last proper thing I wrote was about two years ago.
So please, inspire me and give me a topic and I have to write about it 😄
If I Were a Stork, I'd Fly Somewhere Far, Far Away.
Two years have passed without me even noticing.
Two years have passed, and only a week after the last time we saw each other, I stopped thinking about you. It was as if you had never happened. Exactly one week—to the day. That frightened me a little, because I was frightened by my own coldness. Every now and then a thought of you would appear, only to be pushed away again almost immediately.
*Maybe it's for the best,* I kept telling myself. *Everything happens for a reason.* It wasn't the right time. We hadn't been together long enough to have a reason to endure difficult moments together.
Two years have passed since I was the happiest person in the world.
I was the happiest person in the world all by myself right before you, and then you came along.
The moment you entered my life, it became like a movie—something I had only ever dreamed of before. My hopes came true.
I still treasure the little bird figurine you gave me. In difficult moments, it symbolizes freedom. It reminds me of the feeling of wings spread wide. I also still treasure the photograph of two cuddling kittens—one black, one orange—that you bought for me from a man selling pictures on the street. In difficult moments, it reminds me that love is possible. That it is gentle, unconditional, and that it doesn't take much when two people truly love each other.
Both of them still sit on my desk.
I will never forget how you thanked God for bringing me into your life.
I never understood how you could give up so easily.
I let you go because I thought you were weak.
Now, two years later, I understand you a little better.
I understand what you were feeling and the situation you were in. I understand now because I've lived through something similar myself.
Two years passed without me thinking about you. If someone mentioned your name, I would almost be surprised because I had, in some ways, forgotten you.
As if everything had only been a dream instead of our silly reality.
And when someone mentions you now, it feels almost ridiculous that you were ever real.
After you left, I kept moving forward.
I made several bad decisions, and my whole world fell apart.
I lost a strength that perhaps I never truly had.
I gave chances to the wrong people. I didn't know how to say no when I should have. I didn't know how to put myself first.
I did that to myself for more than a year, until a part of me finally woke up—a part that screamed and begged for me to come back to myself.
Then I reached a turning point.
A big one.
I was moving.
Friends of mine—the ones you know—were helping me. Halfway through the trip, we got a flat tire. We had to stop at the first gas station we found.
After two years, I turned around...
...and there you were.
A little different. Wearing sunglasses.
I recognized you instantly.
I didn't react.
I pretended I hadn't recognized you at all.
My eyes passed right over you and across the whole store as if you didn't exist.
As if you were a ghost.
Air.
Something transparent.
I turned my back to you.
More than anything in the world, I wanted to say hello.
I wanted to walk over and simply say, "Hi."
I wanted to ask if you'd settled in, whether you liked your new job, whether you'd moved, whether your mother had finally come from Russia.
I know you hadn't seen her—or your cat Eva—for a very long time.
I know the war is still raging and it feels as though it will never end.
I know you miss Moscow and that you can't go back.
I know that even though this is your father's homeland, it doesn't truly feel like home.
People look at you like you're a foreigner.
Like an unwelcome guest.
You deserve none of that.
I was ashamed to say hello.
Ashamed of myself.
Ashamed of how I looked.
Ashamed of my life.
I wouldn't have known what to say, and I wouldn't have been able to lie.
I'd lost my light.
It felt as though all the color had been erased from my life.
When I saw you...
I saw myself.
Seeing you was like looking into a mirror.
As if a portal to the past had opened, and there I was—standing beside you.
Me from the time when I was with you.
Me from the time when I was still me.
You were glowing.
Your aura radiated a beautiful golden light.
I couldn't smell it from where I stood, but I wondered whether you still wore the same perfume.
The perfume you gave me became my signature scent.
There are only a few drops left in the bottle.
I'll buy another one.
You simply shone.
As though you illuminated everything around you.
Seeing you after two years had to be fate.
It had to be.
Because for the first time in more than a year since I'd lost myself, I could finally see clearly.
It was as though every cloud around me had scattered.
As though the fog had lifted.
I could think again.
You didn't have to do anything.
In fact, you didn't do anything at all.
But suddenly I knew exactly what I had to do.
I knew I had to come back to myself.
And I found the strength to do it without hesitation.
The moment I saw you, every doubt I had simply disappeared.
As if it had become frightened...
Hidden...
Run away.
Not a single word was necessary.
I thank God that I saw you.
Remembering you reminded me of myself.
For the first time in a very, very long time, I feel inspired to write.
That's why I'm writing this unsent letter—the one you'll never read.
If you haven't forgotten the short time we shared together, you would be the only person who could truly understand it the way it deserves to be understood.
Two years later...
I remembered us.
The little details.
Our dates.
Our song.
Our first date and that sunset.
The care you put into planning everything.
The little things that meant so much.
I never had the chance to tell you how much you meant to me.
I never had the chance to tell you that I loved you.
You were—and still are—my first and only pure love.
Maybe in another life we stayed together.
Maybe in another universe you were mine forever.
Maybe on another timeline we lived happily ever after.
We traveled together.
We laughed and cried.
We built things.
We tore them down.
We rose.
We fell.
There, you are forever my soulmate, and I am yours.
There...
That was it.
Now I wonder...
Do you remember us too?
Do you ever think about us, even though far more time has passed since we were together than the time we actually spent together?
Do you remember our laughter?
Our glances?
Our touch?
The smell of cigarettes in the middle of the silent night?
Last night, I slept in your shirt.
It stayed with me as a souvenir.
One small piece of you that proves you were really here once.
That I didn't imagine you.
That I didn't dream you.
After I saw you, I reread your old messages and accidentally realized your birthday was two days away.
I decided to wish you a happy birthday—to make up for not saying hello.
Yesterday I did.
You replied.
I know that's where our conversation will end.
But I wish, just one more time, I could sit across from you over a cup of coffee and tell you everything I've written here.
I'd love to look into your golden eyes one last time.
They always shimmered in the sunlight with every shade of honey.
What's done is done.
It's over.
And that's okay.
You were there when I found myself for the first time.
And I will be forever grateful that, two years later, you helped me find myself again—even though you'll probably never know it.
It turns out I had never really gone anywhere.
I was here all along.
Waiting for the moment that would change everything.
That moment...
...was you.
Thank you.
I was moving yesterday. My friend and her boyfriend came with his car to move my things since I don't drive. Halfway to my new place we got a flat tire, so we stopped at the first gas station.
My friend and I got out of the car to get some coffee from the gas station. We stopped for a moment in front of the entrance, I turned around and there he was. I haven't seen him in 2 years, since the day he broke up with me because of a life crisis he was in. At first I wasn't sure if I was imagining it because it wouldn't be the first time, I tried to play it cool and I turned around to my friend and quietly asked if it was him.
She confirmed. I would've said hello but I was embarrassed. I gained some weight since we've last seen each other and I was highly unpresentable (day 3 ponytail, old sweatpants and a tshirt, sweaty since it was hot af outside). I wish I did say hello to him.
Ten seconds later he drives by us, there's no way he didn't see us the way we saw him too.
Seeing him brought me back to the time of our relationship. I realized that I wasn't only embarrassed by my looks but also by the choices I've made since then. I was embarrassed by myself in every way possible. I've realized what a good time I had and how good life was, in every aspect. I was doing well in college, my social life was amazing, I was taking care of myself and I loved the way I looked, I was committed to my hobbies and the vibes were immaculate.
That has changed about a year after we broke up, when I got into a relationship with another guy. We've been together for over a year, I don't know how or why. The moment I met him it's like my whole world came crashing down, I just sat there and watched everything fall apart. A couple of months ago I started trying to get back to my old self, and there was progress, but not enough.
I miss myself
EDIT: my friend posted me on her story and he liked it (they're still following each other). Would it be bad to wish him a happy birthday tomorrow since I'm in a relationship rn?
If you think so, elaborate. If you don't think so, elaborate.
I think it's impossible for us to be the only and the most advanced intelligent life in existence, the universe is just too big.
I'm moving today and I'm embarrassed to leave it like this. I would attach a photo, but it's not allowed.
Anyway I took of the tape because I had some notes on the wall and it was up for about 2 years. I took it off and it's like half of the tape is still stuck to the wall.
Help please 🥲
I always had an unhealthy relationship with food - I either ate way too much or way too little. I was never diagnosed but I think I had an ED, starting when I was 12. I lost 10kg in a month by not eating anything. I was living on tomatoes and cheese and yogurt.
After that my parents got scared and made me eat 3x of what a kid my age should've eaten and obviously I gained back more than I was overweight before.
So it became a cycle or extreme not eating and overeating. I did that maybe 7 times from when I was 12 until I was 19. At some point I couldn't eat half of a sandwich without being nauseous. My hands were shaking all the time and to this day I black out every time I stand up and my BP is sort of low.
Anyway, last year I gained about 13kg and went from 62 to 75kg and I'm 165cm tall. I would say 62 was my perfect weight. Now since I realize how bad it was what I was doing and since my body can't take it anymore I want to lose weight in a proper way.
I have one issue tho - I can't stand to be hungry anymore. I start shaking and I feel like I'll pass out until I eat anything, and no I don't have blood sugar issues.
So, from now on I will only eat healthy foods, no fast food, I will cook and eat unprocessed foods and fruits and let's see if it gets me anywhere!
I really want to go back to my old self since I'm only 22 and I looked so good before I gained weight (by living on fast food for 6 months straight and working from home).
I tried to get it to be a habit, but I hate it. My teeth are a little crooked so it's extremely uncomfortable, the string gets stuck and then it hurts when I'm pulling it out.
Since I couldn't manage a string floss, I got flossing sticks. Somehow I almost swallowed one.
My dentist keeps telling me my hygiene is impressive, that I only need to floss in order for it to be perfect.
Is there an alternative for flossing?
Does anyone from here go to 9637 regularly?
I am almost 23, 4 exams from graduating. Life is a lot right now, but I think I'm managing. Basically living on coffee and my planner. Freestyling at this point when it comes to everything. I heavily underrated the town I came from and the period of time I didn't work
EDIT I dont know how to make the post live
I've been playing on mobile for a while and never realized there was a whole community around this game.
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To me it was just a pointless worm game until I accidentally ended up in a server with an active snake rain. Now, I see there are clans, mods, techniques, well known players, you can play it on a computer.
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So what else did I miss? And how do you even make a clan when there is no taking lol