Dating
6 Key Traits That Will Make Your Relationship Stronger and Happier
Choosing the right person to be in a romantic relationship with is a significant decision that can shape your future. But how do you know if you're with the right person? While the idea of "you'll know when you know" might sound appealing, relationship experts suggest that it's not always as straightforward. Doubts, boredom, and ambivalence are natural feelings that can arise even in the most committed relationships. So, what should you look for in a partner to ensure you're making the right choice?
By Noman Khan 10 months ago in Confessions
The Distance Between Us. AI-Generated.
Amira and Ryan had been married for five years. Their life together had been a whirlwind of love, laughter, and shared dreams until Ryan received an amazing job opportunity abroad. The catch? The job was in Tokyo, and Amira, despite the promise of a new adventure, had to stay behind in their hometown of Toronto to manage her family business.
By Tim Murphy10 months ago in Confessions
Swipe Right Into Darkness
Chapter 1: The Beginning Emma wasn’t the type to use dating apps. She loved bookstores, coffee shops, and real conversations. But loneliness has a strange way of sneaking into quiet lives, especially in the digital age. On a rainy Friday night, with a glass of wine in hand and her cat curled on her lap, she downloaded "LoveLine" after seeing an ad that promised "real connections."
By Theodora10 months ago in Confessions
The Last Voicemail
I never expected to hear my father’s voice again—especially not after the funeral. The voicemail arrived two days after we buried him. I was cleaning out his apartment, the one-bedroom place where he lived alone after the divorce, when I found his old flip phone. It was dusty, scratched, and nearly dead. I plugged it in more out of curiosity than anything else. That’s when the message popped up.
By Saqib Ullah10 months ago in Confessions
CHILDHOOD . Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by tall trees and colorful flowers, there lived a young boy named Leo. Leo was full of curiosity, always eager to explore the world around him. He loved the sound of birds singing in the morning, the feel of soft grass under his bare feet, and the warmth of the sun on his face. He lived in a cozy little cottage with his family, and though they didn't have much, their home was always filled with laughter and love.
By proffessor hafeez10 months ago in Confessions
The Sound of Her Silence
The first time I saw Ayesha, she did not say a word. It was a rainy afternoon. I had escaped to a half-occupied bookstore between two rusted shopfronts on a quiet street in Dhaka. I wasn't looking for anything particular—just peace. The doorbell rang softly as I entered, and there she was.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Confessions
a prayer for her
dear god, i know shes out of my league and probably has a line backed up a few miles of better options then my since taking a look at what i can give isn't much but lord that girl hasn't been around for that long but i cant give her off my mind since that holiday that we met. i would say trust me but you know me better then i know myself, this time its not the same as those others. i might have fallen for princess's, queens and angels in the past but i cant put a nickname on this one. im trying my best to do things right and up myself but i need your help sir. i know i overstepped with my feelings for that last angel you sent my way and well it took me some time to move on but this one makes me feel different. hell im taking notes just to study before you give me that test and I've never done that before. i aint that good at it but i prayed for her and i dont know if I've really done that before. many might say shes beautiful and everything but theres something more important that you put inside her. and since im trying to do things right may i just wrap up this prayer by saying dear heavenly father may you make sure that the rain doesn't break those walls or roofs, make sure she gets where she is going safely in this storm and with sun out shinning bright. may she remembers shes amazing momma even on her worst days. may that little one countine to smile with joy and avoid sickness's. may those two that brought that girl into exsitance remain good and their setbacks lead to bigger comebacks. may her big bro not wanna fight me for falling for his sis but help me make sure his sis falls for the truth i tell her.
By josh napper10 months ago in Confessions
The Unspoken Words
There are moments in life when life turns around, and yet you don't realize it until later. That was one of them. It started when I first saw her at the park. The weather was mild, the kind of day that enticed you to sit in the sun and watch the world go by. I had been going to that park daily for a month, trying to find peace, trying to escape the insanity that had consumed my life. I wasn't looking for anything or anyone, then she appeared.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Pretending to Be Fine
I remember the day itself, as though it were yesterday. It wasn't a particularly odd day at the surface level. The sky was its normal shade of grey, the hum of city life filled the periphery, and I was trudging along in the routines of another run-of-the-mill day. But below, I was breaking apart.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Confessions
The Art of Living Lightly: A Symphony of Small Things
I. Grand Theatre of the Everyday Life My dear reader, the Grand Theatre of the Everyday Life is not a dreadful affair to be suffered through, nor a burdensome ledger of duties to be tallied and settled. It is a theatre — no, a carnival — splendid and tragic, absurd and luminous, unfolding in your living room, at bus stops, in the slicing of apples and the tying of shoelaces. We are all actors, unwitting but dazzling, wearing bathrobes instead of cloaks, reciting soliloquies to our pets, and dreaming revolution between morning coffee and emails. What folly to think only philosophers wear long beards and live in ivory towers! Philosophy is not reserved for musty books and ponderous monks. It is found in the boiled egg, in a late train, in the laughter shared with a stranger. To live well is to philosophize well, not with the tongue, but with the soul.
By Reshal Manzoor 10 months ago in Confessions
