Not All Love Feels the Same~
Introduction
Love… it is not just a word, but a force—a rhythm that moves silently through every heartbeat. It can make a person feel invincible one moment, and completely lost the next. Not all love is romantic; it lives in the laughter of friends, the unseen sacrifices of family, the courage to take care of yourself, the patience to wait for someone, and the strength to let go. It is messy, beautiful, fragile, and powerful all at once—capable of shaping lives or breaking them, all in the name of love.In its many forms, love is the truest reflection of what it means to be human.
Every kind of love leaves a mark, whether we notice it or not....
In this story.. You will meet hearts that love differently, deeply, imperfectly. Some will heal, some will ache, some will vanish like smoke, and some will stay forever. But all of them will teach the same lesson: love, in every form, is a force that shapes who we are......
"Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” – Nicholas Sparks
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That's all for today
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idk wht else to say .. so just share your views
Author
Zakhm dil pe hain, davaa karo
Aao milke rasmein mohabbat adaa karo
Kuch naa kar sako mere liye
To bas khwabo mein hi mujhse mil liya karo
Aa mil lo kahi mujhse
Ke umeedein kuch baaki hai meri
Tumse na jaane hasrat hi rahi ho tum meri
Ke shayad ye din aakhiri ho
Hum khwahish mein marr jaye
Aa mil lo kahi mujhse
Ke umeedein kuch baaki hai meri
Tumse...
Leke chalo vaha mujhe
Main dekhta hoon aasman mein bhi ab tujhe
Dekha ek roz taara tootke gaya
Maangi bhi duaaein, par haan tu nahi mila
Wo aaya hi nahi, jo ikk dafa gaya
Wo door itna ho gaya, mai dekh na saka
Hai dhoondta wajah, ab dil ye bewajah
Hai toota is tarah se dil, ke fir nahi laga
O mere humnashi, mai ab bhi hoon akela
Ye tu samjha kyu nahi
Wajood dil-lagi ki aarzoo nahi
Mohabbat to vahi hai jo ki milti hi nahi
Mohabbaton mein jhoom lu
Main kya karu bata
Main muktalha hu gham mein
Ya main gham ki hoon dava
Main baddua hoon, ya duaa hoon
Ya mai hoon saza
Ab tu bata ke main hoon
Ya phir tu hai laapata
Tu Bata...
Laapata ho gaye... Humare liye tum
Itna chaaha ke tum bewafa ho gaye
Jaana bhoolna tha tumhe, khuda ki kasam
Hath jab bhi uthe, tum dhuaa ho gaye
Hothon pe duaa hai
Waqt tham nahi raha
Tu naa mil saka
Tu bas nazam nahi raha
Duniya ki mohabbaton ne sab badal diya
Tera gham ajeeb hai, wo vahi ka vahi raha
Bhoolna mai chah raha tha tujhko is tarah
Naa teri jagah koi ho, naa ho tu waha
Ab teri talaash mein pata chala mujhe
Tumse hi shuru hai raat, tumse hi subah
Tu mil gayi to jaan legi zindagi mujhe
Jo tu nahi, to chahiye kuch nahi mujhe
Khwab tu hai, saans tu hi raat tu subah
Kaat dunga zindagi main dekh ke tujhe
Dekh le mujhe, ye kat rahi hai zindagi
Ab dekh ke tujhe, toot hi gaya hoon
Tu samet le mujhe, samet le mujhe
Kahin bikhar na jaau main...
To aao na... Mere aansu ko poocho
Aur phir se rulaao mujhe
Mera sab kuch hai tere liye
To aao na... dil ki baatein karo
Aur phir se sataao mujhe
Mera sab kuch hai tere liye
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Word limit guys ahem... so i just copy paste my fav. song
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it's shikayat by Aur
Self Love
Kyra
Everyone around u will leave u eventually.. u don't deserve anyone.. i was blind to be even friend with u
Carys
I m sorry..... will try to be better next time... I promise... but don't leave me
Kyra
HAHAHA.. u will never ... ik u gonne be same pathetic as ever..
Do u guys understand what just happened ?....
Author
well let me tell u...
Carys used to be the playful one — the girl who laughed the loudest, who made others smile even on their worst days. She was always there when someone needed advice, comfort, or just a shoulder to lean on.
But she was never there for herself.
She prioritized everyone before her own feelings. If someone needed her, she showed up. If someone was hurting, she stayed. If someone was angry, she apologized — even when it wasn’t her fault.
And what you just saw?
That was Kyra.
Her “best friend.” At least by name.
Carys listened to every story Kyra told. She noticed the small changes in her mood. She remembered the details no one else cared about. She defended her when others complained. She stayed loyal.
But loyalty does not mean love is returned.
The truth was harsh — Kyra was never truly her friend. Not in the way Carys deserved.
Yet Carys ignored the red flags. She excused the insults. She swallowed the hurt. Because deep down, she believed this was the best she could get.
She never realized her own worth.
She never learned to love herself enough to walk away.
And sometimes, the saddest kind of love isn’t loving someone who leaves —
It’s loving someone who was never really there.
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Well, don’t let yourself become the same. Learn to recognize your own worth, and never forget that the first love you must give is to yourself. Only when you truly value who you are can you open your heart to others without losing yourself. Always place yourself first — your feelings, your needs, your dreams. Don’t let anyone else decide your path, your limits, or your happiness, because no one knows better than you what is right for your life. Love yourself fiercely, forgive your mistakes, and honor your growth. Protect your heart, set your boundaries, and never settle for less than you deserve. When you love yourself first, everything else — friendship, romance, loyalty — falls into place naturally.
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damn, that's all for today
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and i hope u guys understand first love should be with yourself.
Parental love
Sia's Mother
Sia, kiddo, wake up! It’s morning, you have to get ready for college.
(Sia stretches and slowly opens the curtains, sunlight spilling into her room.)
Sia's Mother
Go freshen up then come to have breakfast.
Sia came down the stairs to have breakfast.
Sia
Good morning, Dada!!!!
Her dad, busy reading the newspaper, barely looked up.
Sia
Dada ...why cold as always?
Her dad chuckled softly, ruffling her hair as she passed.
Sia's Father
Not cold kid.(laughs)
Sia's Mother
Okay okay enough u both, here hv breakfast.
(while putting down the dishes)
Sia's Mother
(smiles back)
After breakfast, Sia was ready to go to college she slung her bag over shoulder and step towards door.
Sia's Father
Call us if you need anything.
(Sia's mother patted her head)
Sia's Mother
Take care , kid
Sia's Mother
We will always.
Author
As you all can relate, this is mostly the daily routine of many of us. Our parents care for us from morning till night, in ways big and small. Whenever we step out into the world, they are always there in some way—watching, supporting, and making sure we’re safe. Even when we don’t notice it, someone always has our back. That is the quiet, unspoken love of parents, and it stays with us no matter how far we go.
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Parents may not always express their love with words, but their actions speak louder than anything they could say. Every gesture, every care, every small sacrifice is enough to make us feel truly loved.
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And in the end, love doesn’t always need to shout.
It doesn’t need grand gestures or endless words.
Sometimes, it is in the quiet presence of someone who wakes up early to make your breakfast, checks your bag before you leave, or watches you with pride from across the room.
It is in the hands that pack your lunch, the eyes that worry when you’re late, and the hearts that never stop caring.
Parents may not always say it, but their love surrounds us every day. It is constant, steady, and unwavering—a reminder that no matter where life takes us, we are never truly alone.
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