it’s literally 1:30am and i’m in bed reading this and this is too good. no words. my vocabulary isn't sufficient to explain how much I love your writing and how your essays make me feel. i'm sorry. the way you frame love as attention instead of some big dramatic feeling like it’s not one moment, it’s accumulation, it’s pattern, it’s what you return to without thinking is something we all know but can't name it and your essay dissected it really well. and “being held without being handled” is such a freaking good line and so deep and meaningful. like that’s such a precise way of describing emotional safety without over-explaining it. once you’ve experienced that level of being known, you can’t go back to neutrality. everything after has a reference point. it’s lowkey existential in the calmest way possible and the joji song pairing is perfect. anyway yeah i’m just lying here staring at my ceiling now.
this is really kind of you. i’m glad it landed the way it did, especially that part about attention. means a lot that you caught it. thank u for reading. have a good day!
It’s so honestly written. At some point, we have all loved and laid ourselves bare and then felt the absence of the person… your piece made me remember how the void feels - how every new person I met - I cried afterwards - and the hurt. Very well written :)
it's ridiculous how much vulnerability love demands of you. the safety and openness that it brings out is something that makes it so special. The feeling of being your true self with someone, unconsciously comfortable and missing something that isn't gone so so fundamental to how i experience this stupid emotion too. The melancholy is insperable from it. And when the lovers absence makes itself aware, you captured it perfectly, the loneliness takes their shape. The shadow of love I cannot escape and never will I want to. Beautiful piece.
Losing someone who once loved you is strange. It can feel like abandonment, or it can feel liberating. Yet, in both ways it's a strange feeling, you don't know whether to embrace the memories or to forget them, you don't know if you'll ever be able to love anyone the same again or not. Maybe you will, but it will be different. Loneliness felt like a usual affair before the loss, but after the loss it feels like an unconscious sin against your very own soul. You don't know whether to rejoice that you had anything great at all or to let yourself sulk over the fact something so perfect had ended, uncertain of the fact that you'll ever be able to taste something like that ever again, a story that felt incomplete, a little unjust and just a tad bit too short...
That was such a beautiful piece. You write love in a way that makes me want to experience it even more, both the good and bad parts because even the pain described by your words is so poetic and beautiful. Loved it
this is just too good, got goosebumps just reading this, i never got to a point to write all this down, but i feel not many people have these intense monologues or do they? this last line made me crack up, it's true, as if it ever mattered - (you have a spotify playlist for them. even if they don’t know it yet. you keep adding to it. careful with what goes in. as if it might matter later.)
This felt like reading something written at 2am with a heavy heart and trembling honesty. The way you turned melancholy into something almost beautiful was quietly devastating. Some lines stayed with me long after I finished reading. no words. LITERALLY. too good honestly🤍
Wow this is so breathtakingly beautiful, the way it flow, I mean you didn't just write it randomly, but you've poured all the essence of emotions you've felt writing this, I am quite humbled the way this made me feel both comforting and passionate kind of love. This is so gorgeously beautiful, thankyou for writing this ❤️
it’s literally 1:30am and i’m in bed reading this and this is too good. no words. my vocabulary isn't sufficient to explain how much I love your writing and how your essays make me feel. i'm sorry. the way you frame love as attention instead of some big dramatic feeling like it’s not one moment, it’s accumulation, it’s pattern, it’s what you return to without thinking is something we all know but can't name it and your essay dissected it really well. and “being held without being handled” is such a freaking good line and so deep and meaningful. like that’s such a precise way of describing emotional safety without over-explaining it. once you’ve experienced that level of being known, you can’t go back to neutrality. everything after has a reference point. it’s lowkey existential in the calmest way possible and the joji song pairing is perfect. anyway yeah i’m just lying here staring at my ceiling now.
this is really kind of you. i’m glad it landed the way it did, especially that part about attention. means a lot that you caught it. thank u for reading. have a good day!
i will forever be jealous that i didnt write this.
WHAT IN THE MINDFUCK.
i wonder what it must feel like to bear the weight of constanlty having to live with this internal monologue.
thank you genuinely 😭 and honestly most of it is just me overthinking ordinary things lol
It’s so honestly written. At some point, we have all loved and laid ourselves bare and then felt the absence of the person… your piece made me remember how the void feels - how every new person I met - I cried afterwards - and the hurt. Very well written :)
thank you so much. i’m really glad the piece resonated with you :)
it's ridiculous how much vulnerability love demands of you. the safety and openness that it brings out is something that makes it so special. The feeling of being your true self with someone, unconsciously comfortable and missing something that isn't gone so so fundamental to how i experience this stupid emotion too. The melancholy is insperable from it. And when the lovers absence makes itself aware, you captured it perfectly, the loneliness takes their shape. The shadow of love I cannot escape and never will I want to. Beautiful piece.
thank you for reading. i’m glad it resonated with you like this.
I can’t believe this is written by the same yash i interacted in the live sessions by other people. Itna bakait insan wrote itna sentimental xD
Bro this is so beautifully written! Brilliant writing! Looking forward to reading more of your work! :))
hahaha, i know it's hard to believe (i do it all ironically) thank you for reading. have a good day 🥰
That was so beautifully written😭🤌🏻
thank u :)
love this!!
thank u
Losing someone who once loved you is strange. It can feel like abandonment, or it can feel liberating. Yet, in both ways it's a strange feeling, you don't know whether to embrace the memories or to forget them, you don't know if you'll ever be able to love anyone the same again or not. Maybe you will, but it will be different. Loneliness felt like a usual affair before the loss, but after the loss it feels like an unconscious sin against your very own soul. You don't know whether to rejoice that you had anything great at all or to let yourself sulk over the fact something so perfect had ended, uncertain of the fact that you'll ever be able to taste something like that ever again, a story that felt incomplete, a little unjust and just a tad bit too short...
that’s a very real way to put it. couldn't agree more. thank you for always reading man. have a good day!
That was such a beautiful piece. You write love in a way that makes me want to experience it even more, both the good and bad parts because even the pain described by your words is so poetic and beautiful. Loved it
i am glad this resonated with you, thank u for reading 🥰
Beautiful words! That cover photo of those two almost needs a trigger warning 🤧
thank u
this is just too good, got goosebumps just reading this, i never got to a point to write all this down, but i feel not many people have these intense monologues or do they? this last line made me crack up, it's true, as if it ever mattered - (you have a spotify playlist for them. even if they don’t know it yet. you keep adding to it. careful with what goes in. as if it might matter later.)
thank you and honestly i think more people think like this than they admit. also the playlist line had to be included. that’s real human behaviour.
This felt like reading something written at 2am with a heavy heart and trembling honesty. The way you turned melancholy into something almost beautiful was quietly devastating. Some lines stayed with me long after I finished reading. no words. LITERALLY. too good honestly🤍
thank you. i’m really glad some parts stayed with you after reading, that means a lot to me.
The Normal People clickbait clickbaited so well because I'm glad I clicked.
i am glad it worked lol, thank you for reading.
Wow this is so breathtakingly beautiful, the way it flow, I mean you didn't just write it randomly, but you've poured all the essence of emotions you've felt writing this, I am quite humbled the way this made me feel both comforting and passionate kind of love. This is so gorgeously beautiful, thankyou for writing this ❤️
thank you so much. i’m really glad it made you feel that way. “comforting" is honestly exactly the space i hoped it would live in.
You write it so beautifully, I read it, read it again. And still processing!!
that’s very kind of you. thank you for reading!!!!!
Beautiful!
thank u