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Our love is not that bold, not quiet. It does not sit politely at the dinner table or walk neatly in the daylight. It is wild, trembling, untamed. It is the place we run to when reason no longer matters. Our love is an asylum. A refuge where the walls close in but somehow keep us safe. A hidden chamber where the world cannot find us, cannot judge us. Here, we shed sense and slip into madness, wrapping ourselves in each other’s gravity. With you, I forget the edge between sanity and surrender. With you, I step off the cliff willingly. We land on another planet, and it feels like home—a home stitched from stolen hours, from glances too long, from whispers too soft for anyone else to hear. They would call us reckless. They would call us wrong. But what do names matter when my pulse finds rhythm in your touch? When reason unravels and all that’s left is the echo of your breath against mine? I do not ask to be saved. I do not ask to be understood. I ask only to lose myself in this asyl...

There are certain glances that don’t belong to the world. They linger, uninvited, in the fragile space between two souls who know they should never cross the line. When our eyes meet, it feels like the air forgets how to exist. My lungs stumble, my pulse betrays me, and for a fleeting second the universe seems smaller—just us, staring too long, pretending we don’t notice. But we do. We notice everything. We count every second and make meaning to the smallest gesture. The curve of a smile that was never meant to be defined other than a virtue. The weight of silence that carries more words than we are allowed to speak. The soft gravity that pulls us closer, even when reason keeps us apart. And isn’t it strange? That sometimes the most powerful connections are the ones bound by impossibility. That knowing we can never step beyond this shared-sentiment makes every stolen glance taste like forbidden poetry. So, we laugh. We talk. We keep it safe. We let the world believe it’s simple. And in...

There are moments in life when I find myself tangled in a web of confusion — like standing in the middle of a messy room, unsure where to begin, or trying to untie a knot that only seems to tighten the more I pull. Emotions blur. Decisions seem heavier. The future feels foggy. And the worst part? I don’t even know why I feel stuck. But then… something shifts. A conversation. A long-overdue cry. A sudden realisation at 2 a.m. A quote in a book. A verse I've read a thousand times but only now it hits differently. And just like that — suddenly everything makes sense again . Clarity doesn’t always arrive in a grand revelation. Sometimes, it whispers. Sometimes, it walks in quietly while I'm busy trying to fix everything else. It's that moment when I look back and go, "Oh… that's why that happened." It’s like God rewinds my life, connects the dots, and hands me the map I didn’t know I needed. The chaos didn’t disappear, but it no longer defines me. The ques...

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