Romantic poem. Wondering what it feel like being loved unconditionally and unapologetically. Hope you enjoy . Weekly posts

Our Second Beginning Beneath the Same Moon (Chapters 1–5) In the opening chapters of Our Second Beginning Beneath the Same Moon, love is no longer soft or simple — it is strained, bruised, and standing at a crossroads. Gigi and Cameron return to the place where their story once began, beneath the same silver moon that witnessed their first promises. But time, pride, and betrayal have changed them both. Old wounds resurface in quiet glances and unfinished sentences. Cameron’s remorse feels real — but Gigi has learned the hard way that regret and transformation are not the same. As memories of who they used to be collide with the fragile people they are now, both must confront an uncomfortable truth: love doesn’t survive on history alone.

Our Second Beginning Beneath the Same Moon (Chapters 1–5) In the opening chapters of Our Second Beginning Beneath the Same Moon, love is no longer soft or simple — it is strained, bruised, and standing at a crossroads. Gigi and Cameron return to the place where their story once began, beneath the same silver moon that witnessed their first promises. But time, pride, and betrayal have changed them both. Old wounds resurface in quiet glances and unfinished sentences. Cameron’s remorse feels real — but Gigi has learned the hard way that regret and transformation are not the same. As memories of who they used to be collide with the fragile people they are now, both must confront an uncomfortable truth: love doesn’t survive on history alone.

Our Second Beginning Beneath the Same Moon (Chapters 1–5) In the opening chapters of Our Second Beginning Beneath the Same Moon, love is no longer soft or simple — it is strained, bruised, and standing at a crossroads. Gigi and Cameron return to the place where their story once began, beneath the same silver moon that witnessed their first promises. But time, pride, and betrayal have changed them both. Old wounds resurface in quiet glances and unfinished sentences. Cameron’s remorse feels real — but Gigi has learned the hard way that regret and transformation are not the same. As memories of who they used to be collide with the fragile people they are now, both must confront an uncomfortable truth: love doesn’t survive on history alone.

Our Second Beginning Beneath the Same Moon (Chapters 1–5) In the opening chapters of Our Second Beginning Beneath the Same Moon, love is no longer soft or simple — it is strained, bruised, and standing at a crossroads. Gigi and Cameron return to the place where their story once began, beneath the same silver moon that witnessed their first promises. But time, pride, and betrayal have changed them both. Old wounds resurface in quiet glances and unfinished sentences. Cameron’s remorse feels real — but Gigi has learned the hard way that regret and transformation are not the same. As memories of who they used to be collide with the fragile people they are now, both must confront an uncomfortable truth: love doesn’t survive on history alone.

In the opening chapters of Our Second Beginning Beneath the Same Moon, love is no longer soft or simple — it is strained, bruised, and standing at a crossroads. Gigi and Cameron return to the place where their story once began, beneath the same silver moon that witnessed their first promises. But time, pride, and betrayal have changed them both. Old wounds resurface in quiet glances and unfinished sentences. Cameron’s remorse feels real — but Gigi has learned the hard way that regret and transformation are not the same. As memories of who they used to be collide with the fragile people they are now, both must confront an uncomfortable truth: love doesn’t survive on history alone. These early chapters explore repentance, guarded hope, and the terrifying vulnerability of trying again. Beneath moonlit skies and heavy silence, they begin to ask the question neither of them can avoid — is this truly a second beginning… or just the echo of something that already ended?

A romantic couple spend their winter snowstorm night at their home, making love, bringing their romantic night into a warm and comforting, but long-lasting night of love to remember.

I found this woman that makes me myself again. I can’t even comprehend how I found this beautiful love.

After fourteen years together and finally getting married, Marcus and Tierra expect stability — instead, they drift into emotional silence. Marcus, a former entrepreneur turned 9–5 employee, shoulders the family’s daily responsibilities while quietly grieving the freedom and income he once had. Tierra, reeling from the loss of her job and sense of identity, withdraws into drinking, smoking, and avoidance. Their intimacy fades. Celebrations stop. Conversations become transactional. When Tierra’s teenage son runs away after witnessing the growing tension at home, the fragile foundation of their marriage is exposed. Told without heroes or villains, Slow Motion explores pride, partnership, and the quiet unraveling of love — asking whether marriages fall apart in one moment… or slowly, over time.

An angel wanted to explore more than just the heavens, the demon wanted to explore more than just hell. When a demon and the angel first meet would you think they would run away or stare into each other's eyes and start to fall in love. The demon does more than just suffer the angel does more than just obey. If you never heard of an Angel disguising their selves to go and explore the rest of the ruins in hell then the story will suit you.

When you find someone who loves you for you don’t let them go, they’ll be the man you don’t find twice in your life

Prologue The world hums with things most people cannot hear. Beneath the ordinary clatter of days there is a slow, ancient rhythm — a pulse that threads through bone and memory. Aryan had always felt it, a low vibration under her skin that answered to names she had not yet spoken. This is the remembering of that pulse: two flames that found each other, were torn apart, and learned to rise again. The story that follows is a map of longing, of vows, and of the small, fierce rituals that keep a love alive across lifetimes.

These things could take time. John knew that. He knew it might be hours, or days, or even weeks before she finished turning. On the other hand, it could be minutes, he had to be prepared for anything. His first wife had died on the first night, coming back at once. It was a struggle, a scramble, a fight to keep her from eating him. In the end, he’d fled the house, leaving behind everything. He went to bed with a vibrant, living woman, woke up to a living corpse trying to consume him. That was twenty years ago of course, before he found Irina. She wasn’t supposed to be the love of his life, that was supposed to be Sarah, the woman he married, the woman who was supposed to bear his child. Sarah was seven months pregnant that night.

It’s Valentine’s Day right now. I’ve always looked at it as a fake celebration designed to sell greeting cards — but then came the girl. Somehow, she always made me appreciate holidays, pushed through my cynicism and mysanthropy.

A reflective poem about the difference between performed love and genuine love. It explores how someone can say all the right things, appear gentle and safe, yet still leave emotional emptiness behind—revealing that real love is proven not by words, but by what remains when the performance ends.

Into the voice of nothingness. This is where souls meet when greeted by spirits/souls when we collide with love, passion, or death.

This short love story is about how a Bangladeshi-Canadian woman finds love in Korea, with a Korean man, and despite their cultural and ethnic differences, this short story is a reminder that no matter how big the barriers they have, their love will overcome them every step of the way. This is a Valentine's Day treat for all international K-Drama and K-POP fans out there.

This story is from 2019, a lot has happened in the intervening years, and I'm in a different place One moment: I’m lying against the wall, sobbing so hard I can’t breathe. The tears flow down my face. It’s unexpected, came on suddenly. The result of too many things at once. It’s not about her, not this time. The only thing on my mind is that I wish she was with me, was in my arms.

Yes, most women like assholes — but not because they are assholes Not a Pickup Guide If you are looking for advice on how to attract women, this might help and it might not. When I was young I was pretty good at getting women to agree to go out with me. Okay, I was actually pretty good at having women ask me out. I thought I had game, but it turns out I was just the right mix of good looking and arrogant/confident. I did learn some things from the experience though, and now I’m going to impart my vast wisdom. It should take about thirty seconds…

I still feel the languid beauty of her arms, slender, wrapped around my shoulders. The softness of her, unparalleled, welcoming, warm. The feel of her underneath me, more true, more accepting. She fills my memory. I wish I were able to erase the pain between us, the pain she holds in her heart, the wounds she carries. I wish I were able to be enough, to be the one who could take her in his arms for all time.