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people with depth is what i like

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drunk pero d ako kasali

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** You Are My Sanctuary **

In the quiet moments when the world fades away,

It’s your voice, your smile, that lights my way.

You are my sanctuary, my safe retreat,

A love so pure, so tender, so sweet.

In your eyes, I find a universe untold,

A story of warmth, a heart of gold.

Every touch, every glance, a melody divine,

A symphony of love, forever yours and mine.

Through the storms and the calm, you’re my guide,

In your arms, I find where I belong, where I hide.

You are the dream I never knew I sought,

The peace in my chaos, the light in my thought.

This love, this story, is yours to keep,

A bond so deep, it forever runs steep.

You are my sanctuary, my endless muse,

A love so eternal, it will never refuse.

Written by : Zaaynna Yap

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JANUARY 31 , 2025

Couple Feelings Never Laid to Rest

In a small, fog-drenched town nestled between rolling hills and a restless sea, there lived a couple whose love was as deep as the ocean but as turbulent as its waves. Elena and Marcus had been inseparable since their teenage years, their bond forged in the fires of shared dreams and whispered promises. But love, no matter how strong, is not immune to the passage of time or the weight of unspoken truths.

Their story began with the kind of romance that poets write about—sunset walks along the cliffs, stolen kisses under the moonlight, and a love that felt eternal. But as the years passed, the cracks began to show. Marcus, a dreamer with a heart full of wanderlust, yearned for a life beyond the confines of their sleepy town. Elena, grounded and practical, found solace in the familiar, her roots firmly planted in the soil of her childhood home.

The tension between their differing desires grew like a storm on the horizon, silent but inevitable. Arguments became more frequent, their words sharp and cutting, leaving wounds that never fully healed. Yet, despite the pain, they couldn’t let go. Their love was a flame that refused to be extinguished, even as it burned them both.

One fateful autumn evening, as the leaves turned to gold and the air grew crisp, Marcus made a decision that would change everything. He packed his bags, his heart heavy with guilt but his mind set on the future he had always dreamed of. Elena stood at the door, tears streaming down her face, begging him to stay. But Marcus, torn between love and ambition, whispered a broken apology and walked away.

Years passed, and life moved on, but the ghost of their love lingered in the shadows of their hearts. Elena stayed in the town, building a life for herself, but every corner reminded her of Marcus—the bench where they shared their first kiss, the café where they spent countless afternoons, the cliffs where they once dreamed of forever. Marcus, though he traveled the world, carried Elena’s memory like a weight, her absence a constant ache in his chest.

Decades later, fate brought them back to the same town, both older and weathered by time. Their eyes met across the square, and for a moment, the years melted away. They spoke of their lives, their regrets, and the love that had never truly died. But the weight of their choices and the passage of time had built a wall between them, one that even their lingering feelings couldn’t break.

In the end, they parted ways once more, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that some loves are never laid to rest. They carried each other in their souls, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been, and what was lost. And as the fog rolled in from the sea, it seemed to whisper their story—a tale of love, pain, and the enduring ache of feelings that never found peace.

**Couple Feelings Never Laid to Rest**—a story of love that refused to die, even as it tore them apart.

Written by Zaaynna Yap

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**What Can I Do?**

The rain fell softly against the window, a steady rhythm that mirrored the ache in her chest. Clara sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the crumpled letter in her hands. The ink had smudged in places, blurred by the tears she hadn’t realized she’d shed. His words were etched into her mind, each sentence a dagger twisting deeper into her heart.

*“I can’t do this anymore, Clara. I’m sorry.”*

It wasn’t the first time they’d fought, but it was the first time he’d walked away. For years, they had been inseparable—two halves of a whole, or so she thought. They had dreams, plans, a future sketched out in the stars. But now, those stars had fallen, leaving her in darkness.

She replayed their last conversation in her mind, searching for the moment it had all gone wrong. Was it when she’d snapped at him for being late? Or when he’d accused her of being too focused on work? The truth was, they had both changed. The love that once felt like a wildfire had dwindled to embers, and neither of them had noticed until it was too late.

Clara stood and walked to the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with hollow eyes. She looked broken, like a vase shattered into a thousand pieces. She wanted to scream, to cry, to demand answers from the universe. But all she could do was whisper, “What can I do?”

The question hung in the air, unanswered. She had always been the one with a plan, the one who knew how to fix things. But this—this was beyond her. Love wasn’t a puzzle she could solve or a project she could complete. It was messy, unpredictable, and sometimes, it ended.

Days turned into weeks, and Clara tried to piece her life back together. She threw herself into work, into hobbies, into anything that would distract her from the emptiness. But no matter how busy she kept herself, the pain lingered, a constant reminder of what she had lost.

One evening, as she sat on the porch watching the sunset, a thought occurred to her. Maybe there was nothing she could do to fix the past, but there was something she could do for herself. She could heal. She could learn to live with the ache, to carry it without letting it define her. She could find joy in the little things—the warmth of the sun, the sound of laughter, the beauty of a new day.

It wasn’t easy. Some days, the weight of her heartbreak felt unbearable. But slowly, she began to see glimpses of light breaking through the darkness. She started to smile again, to laugh, to dream new dreams. And though she would always carry a piece of him with her, she realized that her heart was still her own.

Clara stood, the letter still clutched in her hand. She took a deep breath and let it go, watching as the wind carried it away. The rain had stopped, and the world felt still, as if holding its breath. She whispered the question one last time, not to the universe, but to herself.

“What can I do?”

And this time, she knew the answer.

She could live.

-Zaaynna Yap

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January 31, 2025

"Out of Sight, In My Mind"

The first time Ellie saw her, it was in a dream.

Not the kind of dream that feels real, but the kind that lingers long after you wake up—a fleeting image, a whisper of a feeling. The girl in her dream had fiery red hair that glowed like embers in the sunlight, and her laughter echoed like a song Ellie couldn’t quite place. When she woke up, the details faded, but the feeling remained: a longing for someone she had never met.

Ellie was a writer, the kind who spent more time in her head than in the real world. She lived in a small coastal town, where the ocean stretched endlessly and the days blurred together. She wrote stories about love, about connection, about the kind of magic that only exists in the spaces between reality and imagination. But lately, her stories felt hollow, like she was writing about something she had never truly known.

Then, one rainy afternoon, she walked into the town’s tiny bookstore, seeking shelter from the storm. The bell above the door jingled softly, and there she was—the girl from her dream.

Her red hair was tied back in a loose braid, and she was perched on a ladder, reaching for a book on the top shelf. Ellie froze, her heart pounding in her chest. It was her. It had to be her.

The girl turned, her green eyes meeting Ellie’s, and for a moment, the world stopped. “Can I help you?” she asked, her voice warm and familiar, like a melody Ellie had forgotten.

“I… I think I’m looking for you,” Ellie blurted out, immediately regretting it. But the girl just smiled, a soft, knowing smile that made Ellie’s knees weak.

“I’m Claire,” she said, climbing down from the ladder. “And you must be Ellie.”

Ellie’s breath caught. “How do you know my name?”

Claire tilted her head, her smile widening. “I think you already know the answer to that.”

From that day on, Ellie and Claire were inseparable. They spent hours in the bookstore, talking about everything and nothing. Claire had a way of seeing the world that matched Ellie’s own—a blend of wonder and curiosity, a belief in the magic of small moments. They would sit by the ocean, watching the waves crash against the shore, and Ellie would tell Claire about her stories, about the characters she created and the worlds she built in her mind.

But there was something about Claire that Ellie couldn’t quite explain. It was as if she existed in two places at once—right there beside her, and also somewhere else, somewhere distant and unreachable. Sometimes, when Ellie looked at her, she felt a pang of sadness, like Claire was already slipping away.

One evening, as they sat on the beach watching the sunset, Ellie turned to Claire and asked, “Do you ever feel like this isn’t real? Like you’re just… a dream?”

Claire’s smile faltered for the first time. She reached for Ellie’s hand, her touch soft but fleeting. “Ellie, you’ve always had a way of seeing things others can’t. Maybe that’s why you found me.”

“What do you mean?” Ellie asked, her voice trembling.

Claire looked out at the ocean, her eyes glistening. “I’m not like you, Ellie. I’m not… real. Not in the way you are. I’m a part of your imagination, a story you created to fill the spaces in your heart.”

Ellie shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “No. You’re here. You’re real. I can feel you.”

Claire turned to her, cupping her face in her hands. “I’m real to you, and that’s enough. But you have to let me go. You have to wake up.”

When Ellie opened her eyes, she was in her bed, the morning light streaming through her window. Her heart ached, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. She looked around, searching for Claire, but the room was empty.

She stumbled to her desk, where her notebook lay open to a blank page. With trembling hands, she began to write—about a girl with fiery red hair, about a love that existed only in her mind, about the ache of letting go.

As she wrote, she felt Claire’s presence beside her, a whisper in the back of her mind. *Out of sight, but never out of mind.*

Ellie smiled through her tears, her pen moving across the page. Claire was right. She was real, in the only way that mattered.

And sometimes, that was enough.

**The End.**

Written by Zaaynna Yap

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January 31 , 2025

The Coffee Shop Chronicles

It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon when Mia stumbled into "The Brewed Awakening," a cozy coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vintage record store. She was drenched, her dark curls clinging to her face, and her oversized sweater soaked through. She had been running late for her shift at the library and decided to cut through the alley, only to be met with a sudden downpour.

As she shook off her umbrella, her eyes landed on the girl behind the counter. She had soft, honey-blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, a smudge of flour on her cheek, and the warmest smile Mia had ever seen. Her name tag read *"Lena."*

"Rough day?" Lena asked, her voice like a melody.

Mia laughed nervously, brushing a wet curl out of her face. "You could say that. I think the universe is conspiring against me."

Lena chuckled, handing her a clean towel from under the counter. "Here. You look like you could use this—and maybe a latte?"

Mia nodded, her cheeks flushing. "That would be amazing. Thank you."

As Lena worked on the latte, Mia couldn’t help but notice the way her hands moved—graceful, deliberate, like she was creating art instead of just coffee. When Lena handed her the cup, their fingers brushed, and Mia felt a spark she hadn’t felt in years.

"On the house," Lena said with a wink. "Consider it a rainy-day rescue."

Mia smiled, her heart racing. "You’re my hero.

The next day, Mia returned to the coffee shop, this time with a book in hand. She told herself it was just to thank Lena properly, but deep down, she knew it was more than that. Lena was there again, her smile just as bright.

"Back so soon?" Lena teased.

Mia held up the book. "I thought I’d hang out for a bit. Maybe read. If that’s okay?"

"More than okay," Lena said, gesturing to the corner booth by the window. "Best seat in the house."

Over the next few weeks, Mia became a regular. She’d sit in her corner booth, sipping lattes and stealing glances at Lena whenever she thought no one was looking. But Lena always seemed to catch her, flashing that smile that made Mia’s stomach flip.

One day, Mia noticed something different. Lena’s usual cheerful demeanor was replaced with a quiet sadness. When Mia asked if everything was okay, Lena hesitated before confessing that her grandmother, who had raised her, had passed away.

Mia’s heart ached for her. Without thinking, she reached across the counter and took Lena’s hand. "I’m so sorry, Lena. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here."

Lena looked down at their intertwined hands, her eyes glistening. "Thank you, Mia. That means a lot."

The days turned into weeks, and their connection deepened. They started spending time outside the coffee shop—walks in the park, late-night talks under the stars, and shared laughter over bad rom-coms. Mia had never felt so seen, so understood.

One evening, as they sat on Lena’s rooftop watching the sunset, Lena turned to Mia and said, "You know, I used to think love was something you had to chase. But with you, it feels like it’s always been here, waiting for me."

Mia’s breath caught in her throat. "Lena, I—"

But Lena didn’t let her finish. She leaned in, closing the distance between them, and kissed her. It was soft, tender, and everything Mia had been dreaming of.

When they pulled away, Mia whispered, "I think I’ve been waiting for you too."

Their love story didn’t stay a secret for long. One of Lena’s regulars, a budding photographer, captured a candid moment of them laughing together behind the counter. The photo went viral on social media, with the caption: *"Love is brewing at The Brewed Awakening."*

People from all over the world flocked to the little coffee shop, not just for the coffee but for the love story that had captured their hearts. Mia and Lena became an inspiration—a reminder that love could be found in the most unexpected places, even on a rainy Tuesday afternoon.

And as for Mia and Lena? They kept pouring love into every cup, one latte at a time.

**The End.**

Written by : Zaaynna Yap

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THE ONE THAT BROKE MY HEART, my biggest heartbreak. I WILL NEVER OWN A DOG EVER IN MY LIFE AGAIN.

Sobra sobra akong nasasaktan

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January 11, 2025 .

They laugh now, at my empty hand,

A jobless state, they understand.

But fortunes turn, the tables shift,

A better pay, a future swift.

Their laughter fades, a bitter sting,

Regret's sharp bite, their hearts will cling

To memories of scornful days,

While my success lights brighter ways.