Secrets
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I am craving you – not in a lustful way – I just want to get to know you more and more … at the same time I am scared to get hurt and that only me is feeling this way … you calm me down and in the first time in forever I can really be myself again …. Not a random version .
By _ lilinanaabout a month ago in Confessions
ORCHID. Content Warning.
I would like to have a specific order to start this story, but I just want to start by remembering that day I saw a movie "The Orchid" if I remember correctly, where a girl no longer felt happy in her marriage and was able to cheat on her husband with another man, but not only that is that I felt so identified as she was so fragile before a look as penetrating as that of her lover, who desired her and looked at her with love and intrigue, that man who felt that she was a trophy that she wanted but could not touch. That feeling of the lover towards her, that vibe of energies that vibrate in a thousand colors throughout the body, but are trapped in it, that kind of vibrant sensation of wanting to shout it, but not being able to do it, because that's simply what was incredible for me at the time of watching the movie, I thought how beautiful love is even if it was forbidden, But is that really forbidden what makes those strong gazes and compact energies stronger?
By Adriana Herreraabout a month ago in Confessions
The Ghostwriter's Ransom
I have spent the last decade being the voice of people who have nothing to say. I am a professional ghostwriter. If you’ve walked through an airport bookstore in the last five years, you’ve seen my work. You just haven’t seen my name. I’ve written memoirs for starlets who can’t spell "autobiography," and "thought leadership" books for CEOs who haven’t had an original thought since 1998.
By Luna Vaniabout a month ago in Confessions
The Price of My Silence
The silver spoon in baby Leo’s mouth cost more than my father earned in a year. I watched the light glint off the polished metal as I fed him, my expression a mask of practiced, professional warmth. To the Richardsons, I was "Mara," the quiet girl from the agency with glowing references and a knack for soothing colicky infants. They saw a savior; I saw a crime scene.
By luna hartabout a month ago in Confessions
The Secret I Traded for a Wedding Ring
I am sitting in the third pew of a church that smells of lilies and expensive floor wax. In twenty minutes, I will walk down this aisle. I will look into Julian’s eyes, say "I do," and commit to a lifetime of honesty.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Confessions
Voicemail #part one
"The person you are trying to reach is not available. Please leave a message" Beeeeeeep "Hey Emma, Ive been trying to call your phone for the past couple of days. I know your busy and all....I just...I guess I miss you. I know we're not supposed to call our ex's and say stuff but its just been bothering me so much. I wonder how your doing, I hope your doing better. I really do. I'm not trying to get back with you, I know you have a boyfriend and i see how happy you are with him. Im really proud of you, for both how good you are doing for yourself as well as for...leaving us. I think it was for the better. For both of us. I know it was the right decision, I just wish it wasn't. I dont want your boyfriend to hear this and think I want you back. Thats not why I called, or am leaving this message. I just miss you, and I guess I just want to hear you say it, that its over, one more time. That this is our last goodbye. Because I met a girl, and she is really nice, I want things to work out. I want to be able to move on, and I want to be able to treat her better, i want to do better than what we did. I also want to say Im sorry. Im sorry. For all the hurt I caused, and how much I was draining you. It was never your fault, any of this. I shouldve tried to work on myself and do better, but I didn't push myself enough to. I shouldve been there for you, when you where crying, and going through it. But you where only crying because of me. I guess it hurts me now, thinking about it. It makes me sick how I didn't try hard enough for us, I shouldve tried harder. I shouldve charished what we have more, took the time to take you on more dates. Im happy that He is doing that for you. You deserve to be treated better, you deserved more than I could ever give you. I know you will be a great mother, and- I just wish I was te one to be there to see you happy again, I wish I wish the one, but I know I messed it up. I messed us up so badly. And Im sorry. But please dont forgive me. I shouldnt be forgiven. I dont even know if youll listen to this, or if you even have the same phone number. If you do listen to this, Im sorry If i ruined your day. Im not calling to make you forgive me or what me back, or feel bad for me. I want you to hate me, i want you to hate me so much. Because if you hate me, itll make me want to be better. Do better. So hate me. And dont ever hate yourself. Love yourself. Dont let anyone bring you down, or drain you like i did. Enjoy your life and your moments. As I have learned, not every good thing has a good end. So take life slow. I guess that'll be all. I don't want this message to be too long. Ill go now. I hope you were having a good day. Stay safe and warm, and smile. Always smile. Its the most beautiful thing about you. I know I shouldnt say it, but I want the last time to actually mean something. so.
By Chxseabout a month ago in Confessions
The Letter I'll Never Send
I'll never tell you, but deep down in the furthest corner of my heart, I keep a flame alive for you. In the version of things that I tell myself (to prevent from feeling the devastating loss of that flame going out) I say that you pushed me away to protect yourself. I say that all you've known is loss and pain and that your nervous system can't handle having me back. I tell myself that we both know now is not the right time, and that your abandonment only happened because you wanted to protect the last bit of flame you still hold for me. I say that you're holding that flame the way I'm holding mine, in secret hopes that one day we can hold each others hearts without breaking them. We've both been too clumsy with each others glass hearts, and we're paying for that right now.
By Jayni Coleabout a month ago in Confessions
Elizabeth Smart: Turning Trauma Into a Voice for Justice
Elizabeth Smart: From Survivor to Global Voice for Hope and Justice Elizabeth Smart’s story is one of unimaginable tragedy transformed into extraordinary strength. Known worldwide as a survivor of kidnapping and abuse, Smart has become a powerful advocate for victims, a voice for change, and a symbol of resilience. Her journey is not just about survival—it is about reclaiming identity, purpose, and hope in the face of darkness.
By Junaid Shahid about a month ago in Confessions
The Cul-de-Sac of Chaos: Why The Couple Next Door is the Ultimate Suburban Guilty Pleasure
I’ve always been convinced that the quieter a street is, the weirder the people living on it are. You know the vibe-pristine lawns, color-coordinated trash bins, and a silence so thick you could cut it with a hedge trimmer. I remember moving into my first apartment and spending way too much time wondering why the woman in 4B only ever left her house at 3:00 AM carrying a yoga mat. Was she a dedicated athlete or a secret agent? It turns out she just worked the night shift at a bakery, but that spark of "curtain-twitching" paranoia is exactly what The Couple Next Door on Starz feeds on.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFREDabout a month ago in Confessions
