#sadloved

[padmeamdl]

And love songs make me smile again

[fameadventura]

The One Who Got Away

But that's the thing about life, right? It doesn't care about your plans. It doesn't stop to ask if you're ready or if you need more time. It just moves forward, dragging you along, leaving you scrambling to catch up. And now here I am, stuck in this awkward space between letting go and holding on, knowing that no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, it won't be me walking next to you. It's a cruel irony—knowing what you want, seeing it so close, but watching from a distance as someone else gets to live it.

And I guess, deep down, I knew. I knew that it wasn't going to happen. But there was always this tiny sliver of hope, a stubborn part of me that believed it could. That maybe, just maybe, you'd wake up one day and realize that I was right there, ready and willing. But that day never came, and now I'm left with nothing but these thoughts I can't shake. It's annoying, really, because how do you stop feeling something so strong? How do you let go of someone who feels like a part of you, even though you never really had them?

I want to be happy for you, I really do. I want to be the person who can smile and mean it when I say, "I'm glad you found someone who makes you happy." But I'm not there yet. I'm still tangled up in the 'what ifs' and 'could have been,' still hoping for a reality I know will never exist.

And the hardest part is knowing that, at the end of the day, you won't even know. You won't ever fully understand what you meant to me or how much it hurts to see you with him. Because I never told you. And it's my fault; it's on me. I don't blame you—I can't. Maybe I was scared; maybe I was just waiting for the "perfect moment" instead of allowing our perfect moment to happen.

Either way, it doesn't matter, and as much as I wish I could rewrite the ending, I'm not the writer this time.

And that's the hardest part—because, as a writer, I know how to create these stories and build worlds that don't exist. I get to choose who's happy, who gets hurt, who falls in love, and who loses. I can put together words to form the most beautiful images. I've really mastered that—except for this story. Our story.

I envision a million different ways it could have gone—a world where I was the one who renewed your faith in love, eased your hardest days, and brought sunshine to your cloudy skies. I was supposed to be the one who made you smile every day—the one who made you forget everything you'd been through. But those are just drafts of a story never meant to be told.

I thought I could pen my way out of this heartache, and if I wrote about it, it would make sense somehow. But this time, I'm just a character, an afterthought within the margins...

I really just said a bunch of words to say that I am truly happy for you; it's just that I wish it were me. 

[un-fantasmita]

Porque los celos y las inseguridades sacan lo mejor de mí…

[victorc7]

Missing your voice right now…

[meanitwithlove]

The weight of loneliness settles in like a heavy fog, obscuring everything around you, leaving only the echoing silence of your own thoughts. It's a gnawing ache in the pit of your stomach, a constant yearning for a connection that feels just out of reach. You desperately wish for someone to see you, to really see you, to understand the depth of your experiences, the hopes and fears that dance just beneath the surface.

[directtrashpng-mp4]

Best songs, finally we waited for the drop "Scary dream 2"

WE HAVE WAITED!!!

[idk-baby]

Revisando mi galería encontré una foto tuya, pero no pienso regresar, solo espero que te encuentres bien

[almasolitaria1-blog]

Lágrimas 🙁

Aqui estou mais uma vez, em um lago vazio e grande. Ele tem águas turvas e pouco cristalinas, essas águas são minhas lágrimas, minhas lágrimas de alegria e solidão perpétua de um amor triste. Não posso reclamar, amores tristes são bastante comuns, e os mais procurados, o amor triste, parece ser o mais real e bonito que podemos viver. Um sentimento espinhoso e doloroso, mas que, ao mesmo tempo, aquece muitos corações, estou parecendo estupida não é? Quero dizer, não é necessário amar de fato, basta se apegar nas memórias mais felizes e que você tem mais afeto, isso é o bastante para chorar ouvindo uma música tranquila ou até uma triste, o que importa é que lágrimas rolaram se misturando com a água de um banho gelado, fazendo aquele único rastro de água quente em seu rosto enquanto seus olhos queimam de tristeza, ou as mesmas lágrimas, que iram ser absorvidas pelo travesseiro quentinho, enquanto seu queixo treme, e seu coração doí de saudade. É importante que passemos por isso, afinal, é trajeto do mundo de sentimentos humanos, até porque, a dor é a mais memorável que todo o resto, pois com ela aprendemos bastante, às vezes o suficiente para saber que chorar está tudo bem, mesmo que às vezes não precise. Chorar é um símbolo de amor e amadurecimento, e está tudo bem, ficaremos bem apesar de tudo!

[moonshadowmystique]

When Love Comes Too Late: A Lesson in Embracing What Matters

There’s a moment that keeps replaying in my mind—a moment I can never take back, no matter how much I wish I could. The realization that I loved him didn’t come in a grand, cinematic epiphany. It crept in slowly, with quiet whispers of "what if?" and "why didn’t I see this before?"

We were friends, or so I thought. We laughed together, shared late-night conversations, and leaned on each other through hard times. I always admired how kind he was, how he seemed to understand me in ways no one else did. But I never let my mind wander too far. We were friends, and that’s all it could be—until I realized it wasn’t.

I noticed it when he started to drift away. Maybe it was the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore, or how our conversations became shorter, less frequent. A part of me wondered if he had met someone else, and my chest tightened at the thought. That’s when it hit me. The feeling I couldn’t name before. The pull that was always there. I was in love with him.

But it was too late.

He had already moved on, found someone who saw what I hadn’t, someone who cherished him in ways I now longed to. All those moments we spent together came flooding back—times when he looked at me just a little too long, when he laughed a little too hard at my jokes, when his touch lingered. I saw it all in a different light, but it was a light that had dimmed for him.

I wanted to tell him. I thought maybe I could undo the distance that had grown between us. But what could I say? “I think I loved you all along, and I didn’t realize until you were gone”? It felt too selfish, too unfair. So I stayed quiet, and he stayed gone.

I often wonder if he knew. If, in some small way, he sensed it but got tired of waiting for me to catch up. I wish I had told him sooner. I wish I had let myself see what was right in front of me before it slipped through my fingers.

Now, I live with the bittersweet memory of what could have been. And as much as it hurts, I’ve learned something valuable from it all: love should never be ignored or taken for granted. If you feel it, even in the smallest of ways, don’t wait. Don’t assume there’s time. Because sometimes, when you finally realize the truth, it’s already too late.

And that’s a regret you carry with you, one that lingers long after the chance to make it right has passed.

[siempresetumisma]

Necesitaba tocar fondo, así que me recosté en el suelo.

[padmeamdl]

I know that it’ll hurt me, but for you, I’ll stab myself anyway.

[ryannpaglinawan]

Foolish One

In the quietest hour of the night, I finally understood that some stars are meant to be admired from afar, forever burning bright, yet forever out of reach.

[un-fantasmita]

Ahora que me tienes, ¿Todavía me quieres?

[victorc7]

I Can’t Stop Thinking About You.

[almasolitaria1-blog]

Sonho 💭💤

Ele, dono de meus pensamentos e sonhos… com você na cabeça me levanto, com você me deito, sinto sua falta e isso dói, mas fico com a imensa gratidão por ti ter e isso pode ser pouco, mas ainda, sim, é o suficiente! 

[idk-baby]

por qué siempre todo me sale mal?