Thoughts & Tales of tpSphR

Have you ever had a connection so strong with someone that it made others jealous? They would question why you were so close, trying in every way to create distance between you. And when they failed, they just waited—waited for the moment you and your person had a fight, so they could widen the gap and make it harder for you to reconcile. I have experienced this myself. I had a deep bond with someone, and people around us couldn't stand it. They tried multiple times to separate us, but they never succeeded. However, destiny had its own plans. When we finally had a fight and stopped talking, those same people saw their opportunity. They came to me, speaking ill of the person I was once so close to, expecting me to join in. But I didn't. I simply told them, "We fought, but that doesn’t mean you can say anything about them. This is between us, and we’ll decide how to handle it. Don’t you dare interfere. Keep your mouth shut and mind your own business." After that, they n...

I was sitting alone in a quiet cabin, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly, you crossed my mind. It wasn’t the first time, and I doubt it will be the last. Our relationship, once so close and familiar, had ended in a way that felt final—like we would never see each other again. You never reached out, and neither did I. I deleted everything: the pictures, the messages, the memories. But somehow, your number still lingers in my mind, refusing to fade away. For days, an unsettling feeling had been gnawing at me. I kept wondering why we drifted apart, why things turned so bitter. We were once so close, and now we act like strangers—avoiding each other like we never shared anything meaningful. I know I made mistakes, and I’ve carried the weight of those regrets ever since. Today, for reasons I can’t entirely explain, I found the courage to reach out. I was afraid. Afraid of how you would react, afraid that you might be angry, that you might not even care. When I finally sent the message, “Can...

Life is a series of choices, and every decision we make shapes our destiny. I have always believed in this saying because, in the end, we are the architects of our own fate. Every situation I find myself in today is the result of my past decisions. Whether good or bad, every turn I took led me here. There is so much I want to say, so much to share, but some things feel too personal. I once had people in my life who truly understood my pain, who could console me in ways that brought peace. But now, those people are gone. Instead, I find myself surrounded by individuals who are present but lack significance in my life. They don’t understand, and they don’t truly care. You once asked me why I disappeared for a year and a half. It was because of my decisions—ones I believed were good for me. I faced rejection and trauma, and I wanted to overcome them by doing something positive. But destiny had other plans. It feels like suffering is written into my fate. No matter how hard I t...