At midnight, the same car waited in front of the house, headlights off. She slipped into the passenger seat without a word. They both knew this drive by heart—where it always led. A long road that could end in wreckage or something that felt almost like paradise, if only for the night. He drove with...

Amidst the white breath of winter, the entire city was wrapped in a gentle silence, as if the world itself had paused to listen to a fairytale meant only for us. Snow drifted softly from the sky, each flake whispering a love story written just for him. A tender warmth flowed through my fingertips. H...

Life is like marmalade—slowly made from both sweetness and bitterness, teaching the heart that every flavor has its place.To carry a shattered heart yet continue one’s journey with the grace of a poem is a testament to an enduring memory. Like the slow simmering of preserves, life demands time, pati...