I know I can never drive this beautiful darling ever. Oops if I articulate my reincarnation properly, then it will be the 10001th. Condition will be, as long as I remember my hidden stash. Repost your reincarnation, and don't make me jealous with ur current one too.

I am telling you this, my youtube feed knows me better than my girl. It's quite, notification are all important and it's peaceful those voices. Which my girl can never be. PS Don't worry I love my girl, it's just i love cars a tad much

The Coffee Shop Reflection She used to order his favorite latte, even when alone. Today, at their old coffee shop, she ordered her favorite – a bold black Americano. The barista smiled knowingly. "Good choice," he said. She smiled back. It was her best date in months.

2: The Unsent Message He drafted a message: "Thinking of you." Deleted. "Hope you're well." Deleted. He pictured her face, happy, probably with someone else. He typed, "Have a great day," and sent it to his mom instead. Some loves live best in drafts.

The Ghosted Gift That little trinket she bought for him, tucked in her drawer? Today, she repurposed it. A tiny succulent now lives inside, thriving on her windowsill. Proof that some things grow better when you stop watering what was never yours.

The Late Night Playlist Midnight. Headphone volume max. She curated a playlist: 'Songs I'd dedicate to them if they cared.' Each track a raw, honest ache. By dawn, the playlist was renamed: 'Songs I sing to myself until I heal.' Her own anthem.

The Bench of Memories Every Tuesday, he walked past that bench, where they almost had a moment. Today, a young couple sat there, laughing. He felt a pang, then a strange lightness. The bench wasn't theirs anymore. It was just a bench. And he walked on.

The Mirror's New Gaze For years, the mirror showed flaws. Today, she looked. Really looked. Saw the strength in her eyes, the kindness in her smile. Not a transformation, but a revelation. The world hadn't changed, only her lens.

The Unread Novel He bought her favorite author's new book, hoping to discuss it. It sat on his nightstand, spine unbroken, a silent testament to conversations that never happened. He started reading a sci-fi novel instead. His own story.

The Solo Adventure She booked the trip alone. Everyone asked, "Who are you going with?" Her answer: "Me." Zip-lining through the rainforest, she realized freedom wasn't about who was beside you, but who you were becoming.

The Forgotten Reply A notification from them. Her heart used to leap. Now, it just fluttered, then settled. She saw it, acknowledged it, and went back to her book. The urgent need to reply had faded. Not with a bang, but a gentle sigh.

The Friendship That Remains Their 'almost' thing ended, leaving awkward silence. She grieved, then she rebuilt. Today a text from him: Hey, long time. How are you? She replied, Great! Hope you are too. No bitterness just peace. Some bonds evolve some just make space for new ones

"Love in the time of silence" A person waits in vain for their crush to notice them, leaving a trail of unspoken words and what-ifs

The Contact Name Change In her contacts, he was "My ❤️". Today, with a steady hand, she tapped 'Edit'. She typed his full name, first and last. No emoji. Just a name. A stranger she knew everything about. The closing of a chapter, right there in her palm.

The Unfollowed Account His thumb hovered over her profile picture. He saw her smiling, happy in a life he wasn't in. Instead of zooming in to analyze it, he tapped the three dots. 'Unfollow'. The screen refreshed, and she was gone. A quiet, digital peace settled in.

The Returned Hoodie His favorite hoodie sat in her closet, smelling faintly of his cologne and broken promises. She washed it, folded it neatly, and left it in a bag on his doorstep. She walked away feeling lighter, no longer wearing the weight of his warmth.

The Empty Side of the Bed The empty side of the bed used to feel like a canyon. Last night, she stretched out diagonally, starfish-style, hogging all the pillows and the blanket. It wasn't empty space. It was her space. All of it.

The Voice Note I Didn't Send I recorded a threminute voice note tonight saying everything I never got to say I listened to my own shaky voice heard the tears Then I held down the icon and dragged it to the trash Some thing just need to be said out loud even if only I am listenin

The Hidden Archive I used to scroll through our old photos when I couldn't sleep. Last night, I opened Instagram, selected all of them, and hit 'Archive'. Not deleting, not yet. Just moving them from my gallery to a quiet, hidden room.

The Movie Ticket Stub We were supposed to see that film together. Tonight, I walked up to the counter and said, "Just one, please." I found a perfect seat in the center, sank into the velvet, and didn't check my phone once. Tucking the single ticket stub into my pocket