Late-Night Texts

typing… but deleting too,
wondering if I should text you.
The clock says it’s way too late,
but my heart says, “Why hesitate?”

typing… a simple “Hey,”
but will you reply or fade away?
Midnight thoughts hit way too deep,
memories I swore I wouldn’t keep.

typing… “I love you”—but no,
stopped myself, let it go.
Fingers froze, heart took flight,
so I just sent, “Good night.”

Now I wait, screen aglow,
hoping somehow, you still know.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe never,
but in my heart, it’s you—forever.

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You shouldn’t go above and beyond for people who don’t truly value your efforts. What feels special and significant to you might just be an ordinary gesture to them. They will cross oceans for those who barely acknowledge their love, fight endlessly for those who don’t even care, and go out of their way to please the ones who constantly criticize them. Yet, when it comes to you—the one who truly cares—even the smallest thing feels like a favor too big to grant. The truth is, people often take for granted what comes easily, while chasing after those who barely try. Sometimes, it's not about how much you do, but about doing it for the right people—those who see, value, and reciprocate your love, rather than taking it for granted.

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"The Good News That Made Me a Bua"






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My little star

Today you came, so small, so new,
A bundle of joy, a dream come true!
Tiny fingers, a heart so new,
The world just welcomed a piece of you.

Your mother and I, like sisters true,
Through years of love, our bond just grew.
And now with you, my little star,
I hope we shine, no matter how far.

Silly laughs to stories grand,
Hand in hand, we’ll take our stand.
Adventures await, just wait and see,
For a bond of mischief—just you and me!

Oh, my dear, as you grow each day,
I’ll be right here, come what may!

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Through Every Step, Still Us

You know, I was thinking about the time we met,
How we barely spoke, just a shy little smile, yet...
There was something in the air, something unspoken,
Like the world paused, while our hearts awoke, and,

I remember that first café date, just us, no rush,
Laughing at nothing, as if time was in a hush.
We talked about everything, from silly dreams to fears,
And in that moment, I knew, you'd be with me for years.

But hey, not everything was easy, right?
We stumbled, we bickered, but still, held on tight.
Through ups and downs, it was always just us,
Through misunderstandings, we found trust.

And now look at us, best friends and more,
Like sisters who’ve walked through each other’s door.

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"A Quiet Corner"

She said, "I don't need fancy things,
Just a quiet corner where my heart sings."
I asked, "What does it feel like, though?"
She smiled, "A soft breeze, a peaceful flow."

We laughed about the chaos we left behind,
The world still spinning, but we didn’t mind.
"Do you think," she said, with a soft sigh,
"We’ve found something real, or is it just a high?"

I didn’t answer, just held her hand tight,
And in that moment, everything felt right.
She whispered, "Maybe this is what we need,
A simple place where our souls can breathe."

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"Sparkler Wishes"

"Light it for me," you grin,
Hands too cold to try.
The sparkler flickers to life,
Casting stars in your eyes.

"Make a wish," I tell you,
"Do you believe in those?"
"Maybe," you say, smiling softly,
As the spark slowly glows.

The sparkler fades, the year turns new,
"Did it come true?" I ask.
"Not yet," you whisper, glancing at me,
"But maybe this year, it’ll last."

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"Coffee and Closure"

"Still take two sugars?" I ask,
Hands wrapped ‘round a warm mug,
Your eyes linger, a hesitant nod.

"Some things don’t change," you say,
A laugh escapes, bitter-sweet,
Like steam dissipating in the air.

We talk, words filling gaps
Left by time and silence,
But not by heartache.

The coffee grows cold;
The goodbye is warmer,
And we leave, lighter, yet heavier still.

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Valentine’s Day hits different when you’re single. It’s not about chocolates or roses—it’s about that quiet craving for something real, it’s about yearning for that one person who feels like home. Not temporary or shallow, but a love that feels like home, like warm hugs after bad days, like late-night talks that heal tired hearts.While the world celebrates love, we sit silently, longing for a hand that fits perfectly in ours, for a heart that beats in sync with ours. We scroll past the couple posts, smiling, but deep down, we wish for someone who stays, not just for a season but forever. It’s not sadness; it’s hope—hope that someday, our kind of love will find its way to us too. Until then, we carry that longing quietly, believing that one day, the universe will write our love story too.

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Moments We Live For

Days with you felt like a beautiful song,
Coffee dates where hours didn’t feel long.
Shopping bags and endless streets,
Every moment with you—pure bliss, pure treat.

You held my hand as we crossed the road,
A simple gesture, a love untold.
Cafés knew our stories well,
In every corner, memories dwell.

And then you left—tears hid in my smile,
Counting the months, mile by mile.
I wait again for that time of year,
To laugh, to roam, to have you near.

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