I remember the morning vividly. I woke up, stared at the ceiling, and whispered to myself, “Alex, I can’t do this anymore.” In that moment, I made a decision—one that would shift the entire course of my life. I told myself I was choosing celibacy until I found myself in a stable relationship. It sounded […]
I deserve more. I deserve better. And I will wait for it. Read Post »
I didn’t expect to meet someone like Brian at a baby shower, of all places. But there he was — tall, unbothered, in faded jeans and a crisp white shirt, sipping his soda like he had all the time in the world. We both reached for the same plate of samosas, laughed, and that was
I moved on — and I didn’t need to announce it.” Read Post »
They say every love story begins with a spark — a glance, a smile, a moment that makes your heart skip. Ruth met Sammy during their campus graduation, both draped in gowns of ambition and dreams, with hearts full of possibility. The chemistry was instant. You know those couples you roll your eyes at because
“You will never find someone like me.” Read Post »
After high school, I found myself caught in a monotonous rhythm. Life had no thrill, no sparkle. I didn’t have the luxury of joining college right away, and the financial strains were always hovering over me like a dark cloud. It felt like the dreams I had were too far, too out of reach, lost
A Dream to Die For Read Post »
It was a Tuesday. Not just any Tuesday—the kind that feels like the universe pressed snooze on life and forgot to wake it back up. My bra was digging into my ribs like it owed me money, my hair was in a bun so messy it looked like a bird’s nest during a hurricane, and
“So… what are we?” Read Post »
When he starts sneaking off to pick up calls, that’s your first sign. Don’t ignore it, don’t rationalize it. No, it’s not a business call—because who, I ask, who orders shoes at midnight? Yes, run. And in fact, run very fast if you can. But of course, I didn’t. I stayed. Because love does that
Funny thing about karma—it doesn’t miss. Read Post »
I turned 33 on a Tuesday morning. There was no romantic breakfast, no birthday text from someone who knew the color of my soul. Just me, a lukewarm cup of tea, and a quiet acceptance that once again—I was alone. Still. At this point, I’ve stopped counting how many times people have asked, “How are
“How are you still single?” Read Post »
Sometimes, it’s not the choices we make that save us — it’s the mistakes. My name is Amara.This is the story of how I almost lost myself to a man I never even met. It was 2020 — the year the world paused, and loneliness grew wild like an untended garden.I wasn’t looking for love.
He called me “sunshine.”
I called him “doc.” Read Post »
Maya was seventeen when she first saw him across the basketball court at a local youth event. Darren wasn’t loud or flashy like the other boys. He stood in the corner, hands tucked in his hoodie pockets, eyes shadowed with a sadness that felt like poetry. There was something about him that drew her in—maybe
“You’re mine, Maya. I can’t live without you.” Read Post »
Dear beloved reader, if you thought my heartbreak saga ended with tears on a park bench, oh, you have gravely underestimated me. This is the part where things take a wild turn—the kind that makes you cringe, laugh, and maybe even gasp. After Brian’s betrayal, I swore off men entirely. “No more love,” I declared
And that’s how I found myself downloading a dating app Part3…Kelvin Read Post »