If You Can’t Stop The Rain From Falling, Hold Their Hand And Stand With Them As The Drops Soak Your

Some sorrows are not meant to be spoken, only endured. Their depth is known only by you and the One who created you. And perhaps, in that silence, in that solitude, you will find the strength you never knew you had. Because even when the world doesn’t see your pain, He does. And He is the only one who can truly heal what is broken inside you.

There are some pains so heavy that even words fail to carry them. You long for someone to listen, to understand, to say something—anything—that might ease the weight in your heart. But sometimes, no conversation can lighten the burden, no words can truly comfort, and no shoulder feels close enough to lean on. You cry in silence, hoping for relief, but some wounds are meant to be carried alone.

"I never allowed myself the illusion that my absence would leave someone broken or lost. I have always known that life moves on, that people find new people, and that no one is truly irreplaceable. We like to believe that our presence makes a difference, that our absence might leave a void, but the truth is, the world does not stop for anyone. People learn to fill the spaces left behind, sometimes with someone better, and sometimes, with the best they have ever known.

It’s a bittersweet realization—that no matter how deeply we love, how much we give, or how significant we think we are in someone’s life, they will move forward. And perhaps that’s the way it should be. After all, change is inevitable, and so is the way people come and go, leaving behind only memories that fade with time.”

Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.

I spend hours looking through lyrics and quotes to find the words that I cannot say

“Abhi utha hoon neend se tumhara khwab dekh ke // abhi tum ek khwab ho, abhi pas-e-hijaab ho.”

as a dream you came to me and woke me from my sleep—even now, you’re still a dream, even now, you’re behind the veil.

ساحر لدھیانوی

Mujhe mehsus hota hai kay mujh se

Yaqeenan eik jasarat ho gayi hai.

Tumhain koi shikayat toh na hogi?

Mujhe tum se muhabbat ho gayi hai.

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I just hope that no matter how many times this world tries to harden me and turn me into a cold person, I hope I remain soft. May I still be full of love. May I still be soft and sees hope in everything. And to never become something that once broke me

People who know random things are so platonically attractive to me. Like yes, let me be your best friend— tell me about the history of forks and how forks are better then spoons. Or how octopuses have three hearts and blue blood and what if one of the heart of octopus get damaged. Ramble to me about how the Eiffel Tower can grow six inches taller in the summer, Or how the word “quarantine” comes from the Italian quaranta giorni— forty days and when was the first time you heard "quarantine". Recite obscure mythology— myths and deities that are not well-known. Tell me where the word “alphabet” even came from. and how your grandma use to believe that if a black cat cross the path before her eyes it's bad luck.

I will listen like every word is special, Because the world is full of forgotten corners, And I want to explore them all with you.