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A fire doesn’t need to advertise itself. It begins quietly. Not with noise,not with an announcement, but with a spark. A small spark, easy to ignore,easy to step over, easy to dismiss as nothing. Because fire never arrives as a spectacle.It arrives as potential. In the kitchen, fire waits on a matchstick.One strike, and cold…

When the air leaves my chest and the stories all end, I don’t want a title, a status, or a trend. Don’t talk about the money or the soil where I stepped, Or the digital numbers that the algorithms kept. When I die, Let the records show more than a list of my things, More…

There were nightswhen tears were my lullaby,and days when sleep refused to come.I pulled away from the world,closed doors,closed curtains,closed myself offuntil silence felt louder than noise. My smile faded with every sunrise.I felt like I was slipping,like I was losing myself piece by piece.There were momentsI questioned my worth,questioned my place,questioned why I was…

I knew I had to let go.I knew…the way you know fire burnsbut still hold your hand closebecause the warmth feels like home. I knew I had to detach,to step back,to allow my chest to breathe againbecause loving youwas slowly teaching my lungs how to suffocate. What we had was getting too strong,too deep for…

I don’t compete against anyone.My battlefield is not another person’s lane.My race is not their pace.I compete against my past—my old records,my forgotten dreams,the promises I whispered to myselfand never fulfilled. So I challenge me.I chase the version of myselfthat once felt impossible.I look up to those ahead of me,not with jealousybut with curiosity—learning from…

You keep asking me about marriage.As if love is a deadline.As if my life is latebecause it hasn’t followed your timetable. So let me answer you once.Not with anger.Not with excuses.Just with truth. I’m not afraid of marriage.I’m afraid of choosing the wrong kind of lovejust to satisfy noise. Marriage is a lifetime commitment,a covenant,and…

Let me tell youthe kind of love I want. Not the loud kind.Not the one that hurts and then apologizes.Not the one that makes me feel like I’m too muchfor asking to be treated gently. I want a patient love.The kind that waits.The kind that doesn’t rush my healingor punish me for growing slowly. I…