Relatable Stories

a collection of poetry written by yours truly. hopefully something in here will resonate with someone idk

I am a husband now. A father. A man my younger self would not recognize. But I was not always this man. Before her, life was a series of lessons; quiet heartbreaks, fleeting joys, mistakes I didn't know I was making. Each moment shaped me, each choice taught me something I would only understand years later. These are not just memories. These are letters... from the man I used to be. Twelve years of marriage, countless quiet mornings, and the laughter of children; this is the story of how love, patience, and life itself transformed a boy into the man worthy of the woman he calls home. It's a story of reflection, growth, and the kind of love that survives time, change, and everything in between.

Because first love is never perfect, only unforgettable. She was chaos in sneakers, clumsy, loud, and heartbreakingly honest. He was silence in uniform-disciplined, distant, and always watching from the shadows. She turned every drama into poetry. He made stillness feel like home. In a world of morning assemblies, surprise tests, and lunchbox secrets, Trisha and Mahin found a love that wasn't planned... just felt. ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ She turned to him and whispered. "And... do you see me?" He didn't hesitate, his voice was quiet, calm. "I do. Every piece. The way you fight, the way you smile, the way your laughter makes chaos feel like home... I've noticed all of it. I've always noticed you. And I... I'm not going anywhere. You're mine in ways even words can't touch." Trisha's eyes glistened. Her hands trembled slightly. "Even... if I'm a mess?" He smiled softly as he looked at her and said. "Especially then. You, all of you, are what I've been waiting for. Every piece. Every flaw. Every heartbeat. That's where I belong." ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ This isn't just a story. It's your old classroom. Your first crush. Your teenage heart-rewound. Come, relive the madness, the innocence, and the magic of growing up. Because some memories deserve one more ride. 💫 ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 #1 in Relatable #1 in School life #1 in heartfelt #1 in nostalgia

[BxB] Gaten has only been in love once, and to him, that's already one too many. Because his first love was a boy. A boy who, when he finally gained the courage to confess to, disappeared off the face of the planet. To save his heart, Gaten chalked it up to a teenage crush that never stood a chance. Fast forward three years later, Gaten is in need of a little side cash. So, right before his senior year starts, he gets a job at a boxing gym. Only, he's not the only new guy at the gym. Now, Gaten, who hasn't thought of love since freshman year, is suddenly wondering if it's worth it again...

"I won't date you." Five years ago, Kenji Yamamoto met Ichika Nakamura. Now they're in the same high school. They call it friendship. It's easier that way. Some things don't stay buried, and not everything is as perfect as it seems. I Won't Date You is a slow-burn romance light novel. Volume 1 is complete. Volume 1.5 is now being uploaded.

"I just can't think straight when it comes to you, Deepika. Why do you do this to me?" says Arjun "I'm not doing anything, Arjun," she hissed. "It's you. You're the one confusing the shit out of me." In one sudden movement, he pulled her close. Lifted her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Updated twice a week!

A collection of unspoken feelings, quiet realizations, and late-night thoughts that linger longer than they should. These words were never meant to be perfect - just honest. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them too. For hearts that feel too much, think too deep, and love too quietly.

Vanshika Verma is a bold extrovert with a heart of gold and chaos within her. With a faith and bhakti of Kanhaji inside her, she is a teenage wrapped in firecrackers with a touch kpop air and fandom. Arpit Dwivedi is an Ambivert with a mind of scientist but naughty pranks too. His world spins around cricket, physics, and peace. On the outside, he's the "silent top student," but inside hides a storm he never shows. Now, what happens when Vanshika's filmy chaos collides with Arpit's calm world? When fate decides to mess with Vanshika's "no love till I achieve" rulebook? Will this teenage tale bloom into sunshine and confessions... or turn into a bittersweet ride of heartbreaks, roasts, and reality checks? Let's dive into their story...!! 🌸 ✨ *A Silent Fantasy* - not your typical rom-com, but a rollercoaster of first love, teenage dreams, and unspoken goodbyes. 🌼 --- ### ❀ Tropes: °.° Extrovert X Ambivert °.° Sunshine X Silent storm °.° She loved first and hard, he fell late °.° Friends to heartbreak °.° Teenage fiction °.° School love & roasts °.° Bittersweet romance --- Do give a chance to this book and i assure you wont regret choosing this. DONOT ! I SAID , DONOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK !!

[EDITING IN PROCESS] Anna has always existed quietly. In the back row of the classroom. Behind her glasses. Between attendance sheets and exam ranks. She is the class monitor everyone depends on, but no one truly sees. A shy high school girl with a soft heart and a mind full of unspoken words, Anna's world is made of silence, routine, and emotions she never dares to voice. Except when it comes to Kaith. Kaith is everything Anna is not-warm, noticeable, effortlessly present. He laughs easily, lives freely, and moves through life unaware of the quiet girl who memorizes his habits, notices his moods, and carries his presence like a secret she can never share. To Kaith, Anna is just another name in the class register. To Anna, Kaith is every rainy afternoon, every unsent confession, every hope hidden behind a polite smile. Her days are filled with small moments that mean everything to her and nothing to him-shared classrooms, accidental glances, unreturned feelings, and a love that exists only because she allows it to. But silence never stays quiet forever. As friendships shift, unexpected connections form, and another presence enters her life, Anna is forced to confront the truth she's avoided for far too long: Will her unseen love finally be acknowledged... or will it remain just another feeling the world walks past? Unseen Love is a soft, slow-burn high school romance about quiet hearts, one-sided affection, and the pain of loving someone who doesn't know you exist. It's for every girl who felt invisible. For every crush that stayed unspoken. For every love that lived in silence. Tropes & Themes: • Unseen Love. • One-Sided Love. • Unrequited Love. • High School Romance. • Shy Protagonist. • Silent Crush. • Slow Burn. • Love Triangle. • Golden Retriever Male Lead. • Husky Second Male Lead. • Rainy Day Vibes. • Soft Romance. • Teen Heartbreak.

Welcome to "Things I Felt But Never Said" This is more than just love poems. This collection holds poetry and personal writing about how I see love and what I've been through. Some pieces are about people close to me. Some are words I never had the courage to send. And some are just imagination. There are heartwarming stories. There are lessons. There are hidden confessions. There are tips on surviving love when it falls apart and last but not least tension and yearning moments. If you've ever loved too deeply, stayed too long, or had to learn the hard way, you might find yourself somewhere in these pages. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Have fun exploring the story!

In a world that rewards noise, she chose silence... and slowly started disappearing. Between fake smiles, unspoken feelings, and love that wasn't enough, she kept staying. Even when she knew she shouldn't.

Short stories no one asked for, but everyone needed.

Request me to write out a scenario! I will also post my own. There will always be in one part, so no waiting for part twos! 🤗

This is just a story of a little girl growing up. From small snippets of her life in Kindergarten to diving in to the mind of an introverted and insecure teenage girl who's just trying to find her place and value. Perhaps this is a story for anyone who ever feels out of place?

Apa jadinya kalau tatapan tajam bisa bikin orang berubah? Joko Wiryawan, guru SD yang terkenal dengan "tatapan maut"-nya, nggak pernah mukul murid. Tapi sekali dia menatap... murid bisa langsung merasa berdosa tiga generasi ke belakang. Dari tatapan itu, lahir gerakan "Tatapan Sosial" - aksi diam yang bikin pelanggar aturan malu sendiri. Tapi saat gerakan itu viral dan diambil alih pemerintah, segalanya jadi kacau. Orang jujur dibunuh. Anak SD balas dendam pakai pisau dapur. Dan orang-orang yang cuma mau terlihat baik, malah membunuh kebaikan itu sendiri. Sebuah kisah lucu, getir, dan reflektif tentang moral, media sosial, dan bahaya jadi manusia paling benar di internet. > Karena terkadang... yang paling perlu diselamatkan bukan dunia, tapi diri sendiri dulu.

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

Never kissed, stuck working in her parents' boutique, and bullied by self-doubt, Celeste decides enough is enough - gym, makeover, and a pact with her best friend kickstart a surprising transformation. When unexpected choices and two charming cousins complicate matters, she must choose what she really wants. Read the smart, hopeful story that proves reinvention begins with one brave step.

This is a collection of all of my poems. It's vast and shows themes of longing, yearning, losing control, coping etc. TW: Blood, gore, self harm, suicide Here's a teaser: Can't you see? You are also hurting me. I am you, and you can't be, Spilling blood just for glee. Please, please. Stop the addiction, I can't handle more, But you don't understand. I like the way it throbs, This addiction is my personal fortress. I like the bleeding drops. Like a choir that sings no chorus.

Pretty much reasons and things that just make me say "What the F*ck". Thought this would be funny for myself and maybe others.