The Enchanted Unrequited

Some love doesn’t announce itself. It stays. It watches. It waits. Five years is a strange amount of time to carry something unnamed — too long to dismiss, too quiet to explain. Time moved forward. The world shifted, paused, rebuilt itself. Her heart didn’t. Love didn’t arrive with intention. It settled. Slowly. Silently. Like something that had always been meant to stay. She never blamed him. That was the hardest part. There was no promise. No label. No moment she could point to and say, “This is where it began.” It simply existed. The way breathing does. To him, she was a friend — and he was kind in that role. He never pretended to be more. He never made promises he couldn’t keep. If anything, his honesty was gentle, even when it hurt. And that is why she never made him the villain in her story. Because how do you accuse someone for not feeling the same depth you do? Her love was not born out of expectations. It was born out of presence. Out of listening. Out ...

Some loves don’t make noise. They don’t knock on your door with flowers or promises. They just… exist quietly—like the hum of the ceiling fan at night, or the steady beat of a heart you never really notice until it’s gone. I sometimes think… if I were a fish, things would be easier for you, maybe then you would have loved me too a bit. Not the kind that swims away into an endless ocean, but the kind that stays in one small glass bowl, in a corner of your room, living quietly in your space without asking for more than you can give. Maybe I’d be a brigh blue with a golden shimmer, the kind of color that feels like peace after a storm. Maybe you’d have even given me a name—something soft and meaningful with love, like June, a name you’d say quietly when you were near, as if it belonged to a secret only we shared. I wouldn’t talk. I wouldn’t argue. I wouldn’t take up too much room in your life— just enough to see you, enough to feel close. Maybe then you’d think I was...

It’s not the night that feels too long—it’s the silence that feels too loud. They don’t tell you this when you’re young— that there comes a time in life when sleeping alone no longer feels like freedom, but like an unfinished sentence. This solitude is intoxicating. You sprawl across the bed, claim every inch of the blanket, and feel proud of not needing anyone. The silence feels peaceful, the dark feels calm, and you convince yourself you are enough for your own company. But time changes the way nights feel. Somewhere along the way, the bed begins to look too big for just one body. You notice the other pillow lying untouched— a silent witness to the conversations that never happened, to the laughter that didn’t spill into the night, to the “goodnight” that was never whispered in the dark. It whispers memories into your ear, presses its cold weight against your chest, and reminds you of every conversation you wish you could have at 2 a.m. At first, you think you m...

Love is not just a feeling—it is a force, a sacred fire that holds within it a beauty so profound and a magic so gentle, that no other power in existence can compare. It doesn’t seek to dominate, to control, or to overpower. It doesn’t shout, demand, or force its way into hearts. Love arrives softly. It doesn’t need permission to bloom, yet it never trespasses. It never tries to win, yet it always triumphs. Even in the face of the harshest aggression, love stands unshaken. All anger, ego, and control melt in its presence—dissolving quietly, almost reverently. Love doesn't fight. It transforms. It doesn’t break down walls; it makes them irrelevant. Where there was once poison, love brings purity. Where there was death—in spirit, in hope, in joy—love breathes new life. And where there was numbness, love stirs a dance—ecstatic, sacred, free. Life without love is not truly life. It is a shell, a routine, a muted existence. You may laugh, eat, succeed—but without love, there...

He asked me, with a playful smirk, "So, when’s the next time you’re going to fight with me?" And I smiled, the kind of smile that hides more than it shows, "The day you come to me and say you’ve found the one for yourself— That day, I’ll fight with you." Not out of anger. Not out of jealousy. But because something inside me will shatter. That day… When another girl touches you. When your eyes hold someone the way I always wished they’d hold me.— When your heart belongs elsewhere—, I will stand still, bleeding without blood. And yes— I’ll say a lot of things. I might punch your shoulder, your stomach, your chest— Not to hurt you, But to stop myself from hugging you one last time. And in the end, I will take your hand— That same hand I used to imagine slipping a ring onto someday. I will kiss it, softly, as if it’s my final prayer. And I will hold you in a hug that says all the things words failed to. One that says: I’m happy for you. I’m lett...

I’m in love with you. Not just the kind of love that flickers in and out — but the kind that settles deep in your bones, that lingers in your breath, and quietly changes the way your heart beats. I’m in love with you, and I know it with every aching, stubborn, fragile part of me. Because no matter where I go, no matter what I do — You’re there. In the silence between thoughts, In the pauses between heartbeats, You’re there. I picture you beside me every morning — your sleepy eyes, your warmth pressed against me like it’s the only place I was ever meant to be. That’s how I want to wake up for the rest of my life— Not to alarms, not to sunlight — But to you. Just you. When I close my eyes and think about the future… you’re in it. Not just as a passing figure — But as the constant. The arms I run to, the name I whisper in prayer, the voice that calms the storms I never tell anyone about. You’ve become the light in my darkest days, The stillness in all my noise. You’ve become the rea...

She had stopped asking for forever a long time ago. Not because she didn’t believe in love — but because she had tasted what it felt like to give everything and still not be chosen. What she craved wasn’t eternity anymore — it was just one day. One day where she could know, not imagine. One day where she wouldn’t have to wonder what it feels like to be loved like you’re the only one in the world. “Can I have you for just one day?” She didn’t say it loudly — it was more of a prayer than a question. “Just for one day… can you pretend I’m yours? Choose me, the way I’ve always chosen you… without pause, without fear, without conditions.One day where I wake up beside you, open my eyes and find yours already waiting… filled with love, not confusion. One day where I don’t have to wonder if I’m enough — because your arms say it all.” She wanted that morning. That moment. Waking up in his arms, the sunlight falling softly across the sheets, their legs tangled, the world quiet. His sleep...

It was a full moon night and Christmas Eve. The sky above was dressed in moonlight, the streets below glimmered with festive lights, and a cold hush wrapped the world like a soft blanket. But in her heart, something unfamiliar stirred — a quiet excitement, a tremble that came not from the winter, but from something about to begin. She didn’t go out looking for magic that night. But magic found her anyway — in the shape of him. He didn’t arrive with noise or chaos. He came softly, like a calm breeze that brushes your face without warning. His presence was not loud, but it lingered. The kind of presence that makes you forget the world for a moment — the kind you remember for a lifetime. There was something about the way he looked at her — not with desire, not with urgency, but with softness. And before he touched her, he asked for her permission. That one gesture — so small, so rare — melted something inside her. His lips on hers didn’t feel like fire. They felt stillness — like a la...

No one ever saw me bleeding, because my pain wasn’t visible. There were no bruises, no broken bones. Just this constant, quiet ache inside me that I carried every day. The kind of pain that doesn’t scream out loud but grows heavier in silence. The kind that makes you sit in a room full of people, smiling, laughing even — while inside, you’re barely holding yourself together. Most days, I pretended to be okay. I’d nod, say the right things, show up when I had to. But a part of me always wished someone would really look at me and ask, “Are you truly okay?” And mean it. Not out of politeness — but because they could feel something was off. Because they cared enough to notice. I loved people deeply. Gave them the best of me. I was always the one trying harder, holding on longer, giving more — hoping someone would do the same for me. But they didn’t. I loved like it was everything, and they received it like it was nothing. I stayed loyal, even when they grew distant. I gave warmth, even w...

The distance between us isn’t because I stopped loving you. It’s because I couldn’t keep watching your actions hurt me. I couldn’t bear seeing you do the very things I begged you not to. You said you gave me distance as you didn’t want to give me hope, but that hope was the only thing keeping me alive. Now, I choose to stay away—not because I hate you, but because being near you hurts more than I can handle and I will have hope. Yes you said that there is no fight between us; fights can be fixed, isn't it. But this can’t. The bond we shared is over, and you made that choice. You said you don't see me as your partner and I can't see you with anyone else as their partner, and hence I decided to walk out. People warned me about you—those who knew you well too said said you wouldn’t stand for me, that you weren’t the right man. But I didn’t listen. I kept choosing you, time and time again, because I believed in the love I saw in your eyes. Were they right about you? Maybe. ...

That evening, I gathered all the courage I had and confessed my feelings to him. I was terrified, afraid that my honesty would change everything between us. And it did. The night marked a turning point—he wasn’t the same with me, and I wasn't the same happy girl I use to be. I had always believed that being honest and loyal was the best way to be, but sometimes, I wonder if keeping your emotions hidden is the better choice, because not everyone can handle the truth. Love— should one express it or leave it unsaid? I still don’t have the answer. I never wanted to hurt him. I thought that by finally telling him how I felt, we could be closer. But instead, my confessions made him declare everything between us as a mistake. That crushed me. I wanted to say, “Can you just call what we had an open relationship and not friends with benefits?” Maybe that would make sense. Yes, you’re right. You never promised me anything, not a relationship, nor marriage, in the past four years. It...

The holiday season has a way of amplifying everything we feel we’re missing. While the world seems busy jetting off to exotic getaways, sharing snapshots of warm family gatherings, or dancing the night away with friends, here I am—curled up in my room, swirling a glass of wine, drowning in a tide of emotions I’ve kept at bay all year long. Loneliness? It sits heavily beside me. Stress? Looming like a storm cloud. Anxiety? On overdrive. Depression? Let’s not even go there. And then, there’s the absence of companionship—the sharpest ache of all. It feels like everyone’s paired up in these perfect, Instagram-worthy moments, while I’m just a spectator, scrolling, liking, and commenting with all the sincerity in my heart. No bitterness, just quiet acceptance. I’m happy for their joy, truly. But in the stillness, I can’t help but acknowledge my own emptiness. With each swirl of wine in my glass, I feel my emotions whirl alongside it. Is it the drink or the season that stirs this longing...

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 In the realm of unspoken emotions, a tale unfurled silently, etched within unsent messages and veiled sentiments. Veronica, an artisan of words, spun her feelings into unwritten narratives, hoping they'd traverse the digital distance and reach that Robot's heart. Their story unfolded in the quiet moments, in the unspoken silences that lingered after failed promises. Veronica's words, a symphony of love and disappointment, echoed in the void left by his absence. She tried to bridge the gap, reaching out when their bond wavered, but the Robot remained anchored in his own world, oblivious to the shards of their friendship scattering. Her musings penned on social media became cryptic clues to an unraveling connection, a love faltering amidst unmet expectations. The Robot, once moved by her emotional posts, had drifted away, leaving Veronica with unshared sentiments and a heart craving acknowledgment. With each unreturned call a...

💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔   And when she finally poured her heart out and confessed her feelings, he declared her the mistake of his life which left her as a living dead. That was the worst he could ever do to her to make her understand that she was never the part of his life. While in the conversation, he said, "The Christmas eve was a mistake, and I regret about it" . These words turned her world upside down.  All she wanted to tell him was-  "For me, you were never a mistake, instead I believe, this was the universe conspired to align our fates and played its card to bring us together. So that we can be there for each other and that we both can come out of our sufferings. Universe knew what we had gone through and that’s why we happened in each other's life. It's the universe who chose us. Just imagine my love- you and me, we both were entirely different individuals. Despite that we got so connected and involved i...

💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 The girl's heart ached as she kept the fast for her lover, even though she knew he didn't consider her anything in his life. But she couldn't help herself. She loved him more than anything in the world, and she wanted nothing more than to see him happy and healthy. 🙏🏻 🙏🏻 🙏🏻 🙏🏻 🙏🏻 She kept fasting, hiding from the world as they made fun of her, and being unsure about how much it works, but for her it is a day that she entirely dedicate to God, praying for your well-being, success, and long life. Although, she does that every day, but this day feels especially meaningful. As the sun began to set on another day, the girl sat down to pray. She closed her eyes and imagined her lover's face. She saw his kind smile and his gentle eyes. She felt her heart swell with love. In her prayer, she asked God to bless her lover. She asked for him to be happy and successful. She asked for him to be protecte...

💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 In the silent realm where dreams take flight, A girl's heart longs in the velvet of night. Echoes of longing, a silent serenade, For the boy she adores, in the dreams she's made. He's her world, though she's just a friend, Her love for him knows no bounds, no end. In the tapestry of dreams, their spirits align, As she yearns for his love, in a world so divine. In her dreams, they soar on wings of desire,                                                  In his eyes, her love sets her soul on fire. Yet he says, "You're important," with a tender embrace, A friendship's warmth, but not a love's grace. Through the night, they dance in a love's sweet trance, In her dreams, they share passion, they take a chance. His words, like echoes, whisper softly, but clear, "I cherish your friendship, my dear, ...

You walk around like you do not care in the world who you push aside just to make your own way.  You use people when it's convenient for you, sticking with them one day and then hugging someone else the next. You form relationships because you want someone by your side, but when they need you, you're nowhere to be found. I don't know who hurt you so deeply and made your heart turn so cold. You move on as if no one ever mattered. I never mattered. You keep seeking others' trust, but you leave without looking back because you want to avoid the pain. Perhaps one day, you'll realize what you've left behind. All the things someone could have done for you if you had only considered them. If you had paused for a moment and truly seen that you can't keep replacing people based on your own needs.  It evidently shows how little you cared for them and how you kept rejecting them with your words and actions. And eventually they stopped hoping and vanished from your life...

She was serene, wholesome, and collected . She embodied the role of a healer—the one who lends an ear, holds your hand, and gently kisses your head when sadness envelops you. Amidst the chaos of life, she was the comforting embrace that kept you together. While expressing affection or love might pose occasional challenges for her, she always found ways to demonstrate her adoration and unwavering support. Whether it was offering assistance or providing guidance, she showcased her love and care through actions. With a humanitarian spirit, she dedicated herself to making a positive impact in her own life and in the world around her. Behind her strong demeanor, there existed a tender and affectionate side, often hidden from view. She was, and continues to be, the person who puts others before herself. Her innate sense of structure and organization made her an extraordinary partner, resembling a superhero in her ability to create order and stability. Her love felt like a gentle kiss on the ...

  She was tired, her heart heavy with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions. Yet, deep down, she knew that if he ever needed her, she would muster the strength to walk through every battle by his side. Under the night sky, as she poured her heart out to the moon, her voice filled with a mix of longing and admiration. "His heart," she whispered, "it's bigger than the sun, yet he keeps it hidden further than the stars. Despite never being close enough to touch it, he still managed to make me believe in the power of love." In her dreams, she yearned for a moment to lock eyes with him, to meet the gaze that held so much depth. She wanted to be the one to calm the storms raging in his tired eyes. But as she struggled with her own emotions, she found herself suffocating under the weight of unrequited love. It was a bittersweet torment, loving someone deeply and never being able to show it. In the depths of her soul, she held onto a hope that he would stumble upon he...

She knew, he is a warrior. But she still like to wrap her love around him like an armour. "When we hugged for the last time, I tried to search for the love that I had always sensed in your heartbeats. And listening to them just reminded me of the harsh truth, I had tried to ignore. You truly, weren't mine anymore. I wish for us to have our forever together. Not the kind that is found in the futile promises that lovers make. I wish for us to have a forever like the ones poets talk about in their poetries... honest, nurturing, passionate, and never-ending." And, she left his world & him lingering there alone, With a question never asked and with an answer never received.!!!! ~Av✍