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Yet life goes on Following the rules of life years have passed like a slow, unrelenting tide of purpose. There was once a belief that the future held promise, that the passing of time would bring growth and fulfillment. Instead, it has only magnified an overwhelming emptiness. Others have moved forward—married, traveled, built lives filled with experiences that seem unattainable. Meanwhile, existence has become a mere shadow, slipping further behind with every moment.
By Banik Sojib12 months ago in Confessions
Narcissistic Ex-Partner:
When I first met my ex, they seemed perfect. They were charming, confident, and attentive. I thought I had found my dream partner. But the relationship turned out to be a cycle of manipulation and emotional highs and lows. It took me a long time to realize I was in a relationship with a narcissist.
By Wilson Igbasi12 months ago in Confessions
Prince Harry's Regret Over Lost UK Friendships
Moving away from home always feels like an adventure at first. The thrill of starting fresh, the promise of something better, the idea that life will somehow be simpler somewhere else. But after the excitement fades, reality starts to creep in. The connections that once felt unshakable begin to weaken. Calls become less frequent. Inside jokes no longer make sense in a different world. Prince Harry knows this feeling all too well.
By Ojo12 months ago in Confessions
Echoes of the Lighthouse
The storm raged outside, the waves crashing violently against the shore. From her small cottage near the coast, Amelia Harper stared at the lighthouse in the distance. It had stood there for nearly a century, abandoned for years, yet holding secrets no one had ever uncovered.
By Hridoy Hasan12 months ago in Confessions
Whispers of the Old Library
The air inside the library smelled of aged paper and dust, a scent Evelyn Carter had grown to love over the years. Nestled in the heart of her small town, the Carter Library had stood for nearly a century, its towering wooden shelves holding thousands of untold stories. Evelyn, a part-time librarian and aspiring writer, often found herself lost in its quiet corners, flipping through old books and imagining the lives of those who had once read them.
By Hridoy Hasan12 months ago in Confessions
The Forgotten Melody
Sophia had always been drawn to the old piano in her grandmother’s house. It stood in the corner of the dusty living room, untouched for years. Its once-polished wooden surface had dulled, and the ivory keys had yellowed with age. Yet, whenever she visited, she found herself tracing her fingers over the keys, wondering about the stories they once told.
By Hridoy Hasan12 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter
James Carter had never been particularly close to his grandfather, Richard Carter. The old man was quiet, reserved, and kept most of his past to himself. James had spent summers at his grandparents’ countryside home, but even during those visits, Richard never spoke much about his life before marriage.
By Hridoy Hasan12 months ago in Confessions
The Last Love Letter
The Last Love Letter Eleanor sat quietly by the old oak desk, the flickering candlelight casting soft, dancing shadows on the walls of her study. The room, dim and cozy, was filled with the scent of lavender—his scent. The aroma wafted from the dried bouquet he had once brought her on their anniversary, now resting on the shelf above the fireplace. But it was the books surrounding her that anchored her in this moment. Their leather-bound spines seemed to echo the past, each page a silent witness to her love for James.
By Dinesh Maurya12 months ago in Confessions
