Almost.

[Jaanuu]

There is a strange feeling that arrives when someone walks into your life without warning. A connection that feels both unfamiliar and old at once, like a memory you never consciously lived. It begins as a quiet pull, a soft leaning toward them, and before you realise it, you are already on the edge of falling. And then comes the fear.

The fear teaches you to step back, to gather yourself, to pretend that distance is safety. So I stop. I always do. But stopping is never as gentle as falling. It hardens into something else. A weight settles in my chest like a stubborn stone, pressing against every breath. The tender part of me does not understand this retreat. It stays behind, quietly weeping.

The ache lingers. A day or two. A week, perhaps. Sometimes it stretches into months. But slowly, it softens. The heart learns its old rhythm again. The world resumes its usual shape. Everything returns to normal. Or at least, we can act like i.

Let’s hope for the best.

~Jaanuu

 

[Jack_v2]

There is a strange feeling that arrives when someone walks into your life without warning. A connection that feels both unfamiliar and old at once, like a memory you never consciously lived. It begins as a quiet pull, a soft leaning toward them, and before you realise it, you are already on the edge of falling. And then comes the fear.

The fear teaches you to step back, to gather yourself, to pretend that distance is safety. So I stop. I always do. But stopping is never as gentle as falling. It hardens into something else. A weight settles in my chest like a stubborn stone, pressing against every breath. The tender part of me does not understand this retreat. It stays behind, quietly weeping.

The ache lingers. A day or two. A week, perhaps. Sometimes it stretches into months. But slowly, it softens. The heart learns its old rhythm again. The world resumes its usual shape. Everything returns to normal. Or at least, we can act like i.

Let’s hope for the best.

~Jaanuu

Sometimes the heart recognizes something beautiful before the mind feels safe enough to hold it. Maybe one day, you won’t have to step back… you’ll simply stay, and it will feel just as right as it does now.

 

[Medusaa]

Every word is for me!!!

 

[Anshhi]

There is a strange feeling that arrives when someone walks into your life without warning. A connection that feels both unfamiliar and old at once, like a memory you never consciously lived. It begins as a quiet pull, a soft leaning toward them, and before you realise it, you are already on the edge of falling. And then comes the fear.

The fear teaches you to step back, to gather yourself, to pretend that distance is safety. So I stop. I always do. But stopping is never as gentle as falling. It hardens into something else. A weight settles in my chest like a stubborn stone, pressing against every breath. The tender part of me does not understand this retreat. It stays behind, quietly weeping.

The ache lingers. A day or two. A week, perhaps. Sometimes it stretches into months. But slowly, it softens. The heart learns its old rhythm again. The world resumes its usual shape. Everything returns to normal. Or at least, we can act like i.

Let’s hope for the best.

~Jaanuu

Pretending to be normal is probably our survival instinct.

Awesome Intelligence ™​