Secrets
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Last part
🌙 “How could I have forgotten all of this?” Because life pulls us in a thousand directions. Because adulthood layers over childhood like sediment. Because pain, distance, and responsibilities bury the softer memories. But they don’t disappear. They wait.
By CA'DE LUCE17 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 5
A world where purity was called naivety/ A life where exams intertwined us/ A glimpse of an adult you remember for life He saw: • a girl who didn’t pretend • a girl who answered honestly • a girl who didn’t have access to luxuries • a girl who worked hard • a girl who had dignity despite scarcity . His smile wasn’t mocking. It was respectful. He recognized your sincerity — and maybe even admired it.
By CA'DE LUCE17 days ago in Confessions
I Confess
I confess that I have spent more time pretending than living. I confess that I have smiled when I wanted to scream, nodded when I wanted to refuse, and stayed silent when my heart begged me to speak. Confession is not just about admitting guilt; it is about admitting the small betrayals we commit against ourselves every day. And I am guilty, in the quietest, most persistent way, of betraying myself.
By LUNA EDITH18 days ago in Confessions
He Left Without Goodbye — But He Took My Heart With Him
He didn’t just leave me. He vanished from my life as if he never existed. One day, he was sleeping next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist, making me feel safe and wanted. The next day, he was nothing but a memory that refused to fade away. There was no goodbye, no fight, and no explanation. He simply disappeared, taking every piece of my heart with him.
By Rosalina Jane19 days ago in Confessions
They Said Girls Don’t Do That. Turns Out We Always Have
There was a moment on my social media feed recently that felt small and huge at the same time. A woman on video leaned in and said, half joking, half reverent, “When the enemies finally become lovers and no one’s home.” There was a soft buzzing sound underneath the audio. Anyone who understood it understood it immediately. Anyone who didn’t was about to learn. The comment section exploded. Women laughing, women nodding, women confessing, women admitting, women asking, “Wait… we’re allowed to do that?” Like they needed permission. Like someone had to sign it off. Like there had ever been a rulebook handed out in the first place.
By No One’s Daughter20 days ago in Confessions
I Stole Something I Regret
I never thought I would be the kind of person who stole. Not in a big, dramatic way, like the movies show, but small—the kind of theft that whispers its way into your conscience quietly, almost unnoticed. But last year, I did. And the memory of it gnaws at me every time I remember.
By Luna Vani20 days ago in Confessions
The Time I Never Had
There are things you understand late, sometimes too late. Like the fact that I grew up long before I was old enough. Not by choice. Not to prove anything. Just because life pushed me there. In a few weeks, I will be 32. And yet, deep inside, something resists, something asks for the time I never had.
By Baptiste Monnet20 days ago in Confessions
Love makes yourself blind not your friends
Sunday, 16 March 2025- Camille's House Sometimes during your lifetime, you are going to meet many people, meet many souls, I can tell, but one day you are going to meet someone that your heart beats for, someone who puts you in a trance, someone whose smile gives you not just energy but motivation to be a better person. I am a better person with him. I know he never would hurt me. Since I met him, I am glowing, I am feeling protected, feeling alive.
By Janissa Andrade21 days ago in Confessions
I Was Almost Forgotten by Life, Until I Chose to Remember Myself
Story There was a time in my life when I felt invisible. Not the kind of invisible where people accidentally overlook you, but the kind where it feels like the world has already decided you don’t matter. I walked through my days quietly, carrying thoughts I never shared and dreams I didn’t dare to speak aloud.
By On that23 days ago in Confessions
