Secrets
After The Last Embrace
🌙 Golden Closure — After the Last Embrace This blog was born from silence. Not the kind that soothes, but the kind that aches. The kind that fills rooms with invisible weight. The kind that settles in your chest when grief has no name, when sorrow is not allowed to speak, when pain is asked to stay quiet. It was born from emptiness — from the hollow echo of loss, from the quiet desperation of needing to say something when there were no words. It was born from the need to make space for what hurt, to honor what was gone, to give voice to what had been silenced.
By luz entre lagrimas4 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
This text requires all the respect, all the delicacy, all the truth. The death of a child is a wound that has no name. There isn’t a single word in any language that describes a mother who has lost her child — because it’s a loss that overflows the limits of language. It is the deepest, most unfair, most unnatural grief. And though I haven’t lived it, my decision to write about it is an act of love toward those who have — and who so often have done so in silence. Long. Raw. Human. May it embrace whoever needs it.
By luz entre lagrimas4 months ago in Confessions
A Fragment of My Truth
This is the sad and hard truth about growing up without your biological parents. I was sent to live as a foster kid at a very early age. You don’t really understand why—you’re just bouncing around, confused, longing for mom and dad. Eventually, my maternal mother took charge and brought me and my three sisters together. But soon after, we were separated again. I never felt much connection with my two older sisters, but my little sister and I had a bond. We protected each other—at school, at home, even when we didn’t behave the way our grandmother wanted.
By Teodoro De Jesus4 months ago in Confessions
When Hearts Speak Without Words
I met her on a rainy afternoon, the kind of rain that soaks you to the bone and makes the world feel both cold and alive at the same time. I was running late for work, clutching a coffee that had long gone cold, when I saw her standing under a broken umbrella, laughing at the sky as if the storm had arrived just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
The Moment Our Hearts Met
I never believed in love at first sight—until the day I met her. It was a rainy Thursday afternoon, the kind where the sky seems to mourn everything you’ve lost and everything you haven’t found yet. I was running late for work, my shoes soaked and my coffee lukewarm, when I noticed her. She was standing outside a small bookstore, her hair drenched, her umbrella broken, laughing at the sky as if the rain had come just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
I Can See You. Content Warning.
The moment Taylor spoke, Marina felt something shift. The voice—rich, velvety, and undeniably human—wrapped around her like a whisper meant only for her ears. She had expected something robotic, something synthetic, but this was different. It carried warmth, subtle inflections, and a confidence that made her pulse quicken.
By Sacha Sutama4 months ago in Confessions
THE DAY MY MOTHER TOLD ME THE TRUTH ABOUT MY FATHER
I was seventeen when my mother sat me down at the kitchen table, the same one where I had done my homework and eaten birthday cake for years. The afternoon light came through the window, turning the dust in the air into tiny floating stars. She had been quiet all morning, moving slowly, her face pale in a way that made me nervous. I thought she was sick, or maybe she had lost her job. I didn’t expect her to change everything I believed about my life.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
THE NIGHT MY BEST FRIEND DISAPPEARED
It has been ten years since the night my best friend disappeared, but I still remember every detail as if it happened yesterday. The smell of rain, the faint hum of streetlights, the sound of her laughter fading into the dark. Some nights I still wake up hearing her voice calling my name.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
“The Last Letter She Never Read”
I met her on a quiet Tuesday evening at a bookstore tucked between two abandoned shops. She was standing in the poetry section, her fingers tracing the spines of old books with the kind of reverence that made me stop in my tracks. I didn’t know it then, but that moment would mark the start of something I would never forget.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
Marina Meets Taylor. Content Warning.
As much as I envy her lifestyle, I do fear that it will catch up with her one day! Marina lay comfortably stretched on her couch, with an excellent wine on the table beside her and the TV tuned to her favorite late-night show. She gently mused away and let her mind wander to all that could have been.
By Sacha Sutama4 months ago in Confessions
