Dating
How Safe Is LoveFort? Security Insights for Smart Daters. AI-Generated.
Think about joining the next dating platform? But have you considered is it safe for you? Probably not. But it's one of the first things that should be on your mind, especially since so many people get scammed on dating platforms yearly.
By Tracy Larson3 months ago in Confessions
The Message She Never Sent. AI-Generated.
I’ve never been good at love. Not because I didn’t try, but because I never quite understood how something invisible could hold such power — how a simple text, a missed call, or a few words could decide the rhythm of someone’s heartbeat.
By Rupendra Ghalley3 months ago in Confessions
The Yes Next Door. Content Warning.
We make it to the kitchen because water sounds wise and the bed was becoming a storm with no edges. The light over the sink is a warm coin; the counter is cool, slick under my palms. She hands me a glass and watches me drink like the act itself is foreplay. Maybe it is.
By Chahat Kaur3 months ago in Confessions
“When Allah Closed the Door”
“When Allah Closed the Door” The night was louder than my heartbeat. Rain smashed against the hospital window as if the sky itself was crying with me. My father was in the ICU, fighting for his life. Machines beeped, nurses rushed, and I sat in a corner of the waiting room, clutching my prayer beads and whispering one broken dua over and over — “Ya Allah, please… please save him.”
By waseem khan3 months ago in Confessions
Waiting to Be Wanted. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
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By Tish3 months ago in Confessions
The Last Confession: I Burned the Box of Unsent Love Letters, And This is What Happened Next
For ten years, it sat in the back of my closet—a plain, battered cardboard box, stained at the corners from a forgotten spill. It wasn't full of letters I’d received, but letters I’d written, but never mailed. Love letters, apologies that choked in my throat, bursts of rage that evaporated into cold silence, and desperate pleas for attention. All directed at people who, thankfully or regrettably, never read them. It was, in essence, an archive of an alternate life I was always too terrified to step into.
By Hussein Gazo3 months ago in Confessions
The Fire 🔥 Between Us . Content Warning.
Chapter Two: The Line We Cross I didn’t sleep after he left. The house was too quiet, like the walls were holding their breath with me. Smooth Operator had long faded out, but the bassline still thrummed in my body, a ghost of a song living in my skin. I lay there replaying the way his hands had learned me, the way his mouth found truths I never said out loud. We hadn’t gone all the way but we’d stood on the ledge and looked straight down. I kept thinking about how easy it would have been to tip forward.
By Dakota Denise 4 months ago in Confessions
Her Letters Still Arrive
The box sat quietly at the back of Adeel’s closet. It was small, wooden, and tied with a ribbon that had faded to gray. He had not opened it in years. It wasn’t that he forgot—it was that he was afraid. Afraid of the handwriting inside, afraid of the memories it would bring rushing back.
By waseem khan4 months ago in Confessions
