I want to be kissed

I don't mean I want a kiss that goes down my throat .
I want our lips to touch.
I want to feel his breath on me.
I want our heartbeat to match the melody of the same song - love .
I want our eyes to become a part of the same ocean.
I want to breath to become one and like us.
And the words 'you ' and 'I' to lose it's existence and become one word 'us'.

am I the villain of your story?

People will tell you to be angry, to move on, to hate them for what they did. But how do you hate someone who was once your favorite person? How do you erase someone whose laughter still echoes in the spaces they left behind? You can’t. So instead, you carry them—quietly, painfully. You remember them in the way you flinch at certain memories, in the way you avoid places that used to be yours. And no, it’s not because you’re weak. It’s not because you’re stuck. It’s because some loves don’t just fade—they become a part of you.
And maybe that’s the real tragedy of love—not every story ends with a villain. Sometimes, it just ends. No closure. No revenge. Just two people who were everything to each other once but couldn’t find a way to stay.

You yearned for her to speak those words, in her melodious voice,
You ached for her warm embraces,
You yearned for her lips to meet yours, to taste the sweetness of her affection,
You craved all her love.

You yearned for the radiance of her presence to illuminate your life
You yearned for the symphony of her voice to grace your ears, longing to lose yourself in the melody of her words,
You yearned to cast her as the heroine in your story.

But she remained silent, her voice reserved for another,
Her body was present, yet her soul seemed to drift beyond your reach,
Her lips, once brushed closely, now devoted to pining for another,
Her love, a treasure meant for someone in her dreams.

Her life already entwined with another,
Her conversations meant for someone else's ears,
She had already scripted a story where you were not the hero,
But someone she was yet to discover, and perhaps never would.

And in that longing, in that ache, your heart bled,
For the love you craved lingered as a wistful echo, carried away on the whims of the wind,
A dream that slipped through your fingers,
Leaving you to wander in the shadows, haunted by the echoes of your unspoken
desires.

I was never hurt I was just scared I hurt you

Someone's dream is someone's toy.

Finally understood dear That I am not the one u wanted in your life

you taught me why people felt jealous

okie