This felt less like an article and more like standing quietly inside someone’s unhealed memory.
The most powerful part is how it captures the contradiction of human attachment sometimes people leave not because love is absent, but because fear, timing, wounds, or self-preservation become louder than love itself.
Beautifully painful writing. The kind that lingers after you finish reading.
I find it hard to balance missing who I was and loving who I am becoming. It's hard to love someone so much that you leave her behind each time, but it is worth it if the someone that will come next is much better than who you are today.
Wow; Raw, honest, and quietly devastating. This is the kind of writing that grabs you by the collar — not because it’s trying to, but because it’s true. The image of binding notebooks with thread as a child and then wandering back into dark alleys as an adult — that gap is where the whole piece lives. How many of us have left that kid behind and never once thought to ask why? Beautiful.
The “untrustworthy parent” metaphor is emotionally devastating. It perfectly captures the guilt of repeatedly disconnecting from the parts of yourself that once felt most alive. What makes it hurt even more is that the narrator clearly does love that younger self deeply, which turns every departure into a kind of betrayal rather than simple forgetting. You clearly understand that sometimes the hardest relationship to repair is the one we have with the version of ourselves that trusted us completely. Amazing piece! I am subbing so I can read more!
Great post! You have a beautiful way of stringing words together.
This captures such a profound, deeply human cycle with incredible honesty—that exhausting dance between a person's brightest, most creative essence and the heavy, dark tunnels they wander into when the world becomes too much. But the most resilient part of this story is that there is always a return. That inner light is permanent; it cannot be truly lost.
wunderschön geschrieben, das erinnert mich so sehr an mich selbst, sorry aber so ist es. Ich hoffe auch, dass dieser Teil von mir in Zukunft bleibt und nicht im Grau des Alltags untergeht.
Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed reading it. As a little lady in stature, I felt a literal connection. The photo is also amazing. Did you take it yourself?
This felt less like an article and more like standing quietly inside someone’s unhealed memory.
The most powerful part is how it captures the contradiction of human attachment sometimes people leave not because love is absent, but because fear, timing, wounds, or self-preservation become louder than love itself.
Beautifully painful writing. The kind that lingers after you finish reading.
Thank you so much. ❤️
Excellent balance of metaphor and concrete prose.
Favorite line: "Stringing words into worlds."
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I love your metaphors. The connections of present and past was .... (You make words unworthy, or I've got limited vocab).
Thank you! 🙏🏽
I find it hard to balance missing who I was and loving who I am becoming. It's hard to love someone so much that you leave her behind each time, but it is worth it if the someone that will come next is much better than who you are today.
Yes! A valid feeling.
Strange how we spend years trying to become someone, only to look back and realize we were once already carrying pieces of ourselves we now miss.
Perhaps growing up is not a journey forward at all, but a long walk back home.
Yes! Beautifully put ❤️
So beautiful so evocative 🥹❤️
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Beautifully written 🤍
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Wow; Raw, honest, and quietly devastating. This is the kind of writing that grabs you by the collar — not because it’s trying to, but because it’s true. The image of binding notebooks with thread as a child and then wandering back into dark alleys as an adult — that gap is where the whole piece lives. How many of us have left that kid behind and never once thought to ask why? Beautiful.
Thank you! ❤️
“I still look up to you as if you guide me.” So very true! 💕
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The “untrustworthy parent” metaphor is emotionally devastating. It perfectly captures the guilt of repeatedly disconnecting from the parts of yourself that once felt most alive. What makes it hurt even more is that the narrator clearly does love that younger self deeply, which turns every departure into a kind of betrayal rather than simple forgetting. You clearly understand that sometimes the hardest relationship to repair is the one we have with the version of ourselves that trusted us completely. Amazing piece! I am subbing so I can read more!
Thank you for appreciating! ❤️
Your text is very poetic - I can sense the melancholy and a sense of loss in those words. It's beautiful and reminds of a poem!
Thank you! ❤️
Great post! You have a beautiful way of stringing words together.
This captures such a profound, deeply human cycle with incredible honesty—that exhausting dance between a person's brightest, most creative essence and the heavy, dark tunnels they wander into when the world becomes too much. But the most resilient part of this story is that there is always a return. That inner light is permanent; it cannot be truly lost.
Can't wait to read more.
Thank you so much for appreciating! ❤️
Loved this, thank you for sharing Noor, filled with emotion and beautifully written.
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Hi Noor,
wunderschön geschrieben, das erinnert mich so sehr an mich selbst, sorry aber so ist es. Ich hoffe auch, dass dieser Teil von mir in Zukunft bleibt und nicht im Grau des Alltags untergeht.
Bis bald und alles Gute, Zaine
Thank you! ❤️
so beautifully written
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Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed reading it. As a little lady in stature, I felt a literal connection. The photo is also amazing. Did you take it yourself?
No it is a licensed image. Thank you! ❤️
You are welcome.