There is a place inside you No map has ever traced, a quiet room behind the ribs where light forgets to stay. No one sees it when you smile, No one hears it when you speak. It moves beneath your laughter like a river running deep. It is yours alone to carry, not carved for other hands, a language made of silence Only your soul understands. Some mornings it is heavier, a stone you cannot name, And still you rise and wear your life as if it were the same. But pain, it does not leave you when ignored or pushed away, it waits within the folds of time, it learns you day by day. It is not your enemy, though it cuts without a sound; it is the truth you buried but still lives underground. And yes, there are nights it breaks you, when endurance feels too wide, when even breath feels borrowed And there is nowhere left to hide. Yet somehow you continue, not because you do not fall, but because within the breaking You still answer life’s call. You learn to walk beside it, not beneath it, not above...
You were my everything, not in the careless way people say it, but in the quiet, consuming way a thought becomes a home. You lived in my mind like a conqueror, not with force, But with a presence so strong Everything else surrendered. Every corner of me spoke your name in silence. Every plan I made had your shadow beside it. You were my forever, or at least That’s what I carved into my future without asking for permission. A soulmate, I believed, was someone who stayed, Someone who chose you even when the world shifted. But you… You left. Not loudly. Not with answers. Just enough absence to echo through everything I was. And something inside me didn’t break; It rewrote itself. Losing you changed me. My thoughts no longer wander where you once were. The softness I carried grew edges I never planned for. I stopped seeing the world through “us” and started surviving through “me.” Even my days feel different, my habits, my laughter, the way I exist in silence. I am not who I was when you w...