madhurireddy

[madhurireddy]

I told the moon about you.

Just a quiet confession between two night wanderers.

The moon didn’t judge.

It simply listened, like it always does, carrying secrets on its silver skin.

And then I smiled, because maybe that’s all we really need sometimes...

Not a reply but the comfort of being heard...

- Mads

[madhurireddy]

I used to shrink, to fit in.

Now I take up space like I was born for it.

Let them adjust their vision.

I’m not dimming the damn thing...

- Mads

[madhurireddy]

Sometimes I get scared.

Scared of getting what I really want.

Because what if it’s too good?

What if I don’t know how to hold it right?

What if I mess it up… just by being me?

I think that’s what scares me the most.

Not losing it, but being the reason it leaves.

-Mads

[madhurireddy]

[madhurireddy]

[madhurireddy]

She looked at him, trying to remember why pain ever felt like love.

Isn’t it strange? The one who broke her still had the power to make her whole with just a glance, just a smile.

And even in the ache, she stayed carrying both the bruise and the longing.

-Mads

[madhurireddy]

She sat by the window, Hair falling across her face,

eyes holding stories too quiet for words.

A journal in her hands, Writing, as if each word was a memory she didn’t want back.

And in that quiet moment,

he saw her, not as a stranger, but as a chapter he didn’t know he’d been waiting to read.

- Mads

[madhurireddy]

I’m slowly learning the art of letting go.

Yes, my heart aches, more than words can hold.

There will be nights I’ll weep quietly, haunted by the absence of your presence.

I’ll feel a hollow space where you once were, a silence that echoes louder than words.

But even this ache carries hope, that someday, it will be okay.

And that hope is gentler than holding on to you and breaking a little more each day.

-Mads

[madhurireddy]

Okay, Bye

[madhurireddy]

[madhurireddy]

LOVE

Not the loud, possessive kind, but the quiet knowing of being wanted. The kind of belonging to someone, not as a possession, but as a presence.

It’s the feeling of being owned.

Without chains. No boundaries, no restrictions,

yet an unspoken promise:

"I will never be the reason you bleed.”

It’s calm. It’s peace. It’s knowing, "we are each other’s home".

-Mads

[madhurireddy]

You stayed, not because they asked you to,

but because they never asked you to leave.

Yet never once did they reach for your hand

when you needed to be held.

And that quiet absence, not loud enough to hurt,

but deep enough to hollow you, became the ache you called love.

There is a difference between being near,

and being wanted.

-Mads

[madhurireddy]

Just like the sun, you can be warm and comforting,

and then suddenly too distant, too bright, too far.

I miss you even when you're right there.

Even a moment of your absence, I am crumbling through a thousand silent deaths.

You say you love me.

And yet, the space between us doesn’t bother you.

I’ve never said it aloud, But I would walk to the edge of life for you.

-Mads

[madhurireddy]

[madhurireddy]

There’s a silence between us, louder than any goodbye, that remembers everything we never said.

And I still listen for echoes in it.

I play out two futures in my mind. One where you’re still here, and one where you never return.

Each one breaks me, just differently

-Mads

[madhurireddy]

You don't have to be in love to feel the absence of someone deeply.

Maybe it's the comfort of their presence, the way they understood a part of you, or even just how they made certain moments feel less heavy.

-Mads

[madhurireddy]

There was a time when everything fell apart.

not loudly, but in a way that left nothing the same.

Confidence faded, and the idea of love felt distant, almost unreal.

Then, without searching, something stirred.

A feeling, Not clear, not certain. Just enough to bring back questions that were buried under silence.

It’s confusing, this mix of not wanting to feel, yet still feeling so deeply.

No prayers now. No wishing stars or whispered hopes.

Just a quiet trust in whatever comes.

Whether it heals or breaks again.

- Mads