Dear Someone: Some of us were taught to flinch when touched gently because love always came with a bruise, a silence, a goodbye.

Dear Someone: Have you ever loved someone who made everyone else feel seen—except you?

Dear Someone: Is a tender heart destined to be forever bruised by love's cruel hand?

Dear Someone: Can the silence between us ever be broken, or are we destined to remain in this limbo?

Dear Someone: Why do my fingers tremble above these unsent messages while my heart screams your name?

Dear Someone: When pain becomes your prison, choose to build a door instead of more walls

Dear Someone: Is love destined to always bring pain?

Dear Someone: Why did I ever lower myself to plead for your affection?

Dear Someone: The questions you’re afraid to ask often hold the answers your heart is searching for.

Dear Someone: Can a heart, once detached, ever truly reattach in the same way?

Dear Someone: You're more than what tried to break you—you're everything that refused to give up.