So today, I’ll talk about this. I hope you all like it. 😊

I’m not jealous that someone might take my place in any relationship—whether it’s friendship, best friendship, or any bond where I’m putting in all my effort. But still, I’m afraid of being replaced. I don’t know why I feel this way, but in these matters, I’m very sensitive.

I don’t want to lose anyone. But when I see someone being genuinely happy after replacing me, that’s when I start telling myself,

"Leave it… I think you were never the best for them. I know you tried your 100%, but still, they chose to replace you. So just let them. I know it’s hard for you to process everything you never deserved, but still… let them go."

These are just my inner thoughts—things I’ve never told anyone. But there’s a feeling inside me that keeps consuming me bit by bit.

Sometimes I feel like it wasn’t their mistake… maybe it was mine. Maybe I wasn’t perfect for them. But then again, who is perfect?

Yes, I overthink sometimes. But not all overthinking is useless. Sometimes, it reflects reality—how blind I was. I was putting in effort, caring, being gentle, being available 24/7, understanding them… without being understood.

And then—boom.

They took everything for granted.

They thought I would never leave, because from the very beginning,

I told them I wouldn’t be the one to leave first.

Somehow, that became their reason to stay careless—knowing I would always stay.

And honestly, I don’t even know who was wrong.

Was it them, for not valuing me?

Or was it me, for letting them take me for granted?

But now I understand—people will come, and people will go.

There’s a quote that makes me believe this:

“If something is truly meant for you, even oceans can’t keep it away. But what was never yours will slip away, even from the closest place in your heart.”

This quote makes me smile whenever someone leaves. Because in that moment, I realize—they were never mine. Not even 50%.

I do regret investing everything in the wrong people. But still, it taught me something… even though I don’t think I’ve fully learned my lesson, because I make the same mistake again 🤧

Yes, I still do it.

But now, I’m prepared.

At least now, I know the consequences.

The right people—the ones truly meant for you—will never be the reason for your painful tears. Always remember that.

And in last, I wrote small pome in it…..

Pome….

From childhood, there was a fear in my chest,

that no one should take my place

in my own relationships.

Now that same fear

seems to be turning into belief.

Often, I am left behind in relationships,

and those very people

take my place

in my own relationships.

Life feels upset with me,

relationships feel upset with me.

I don’t know when life

will flip this game of chess,

I don’t know when a path of flowers,

will turn into thorns.

Now I have to learn

to live life,

I have to learn to walk

on those thorn-filled paths.

I know,

in the end,

no one will remain except me.

That’s why…

I have to learn to live alone,

I have to learn to play

this changing game of chess—

and win it.

Yes…

I have to learn to be alone.🍂🍃

And again…… it's not jealously, it's the fear of being replaced 😏🍂🪾

To,

My Messy Heart Readers 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️.

Yes, today I’ll talk about exactly this—how even a right decision can feel wrong sometimes, with a small story.

So, there was a boy who loved a girl. The boy was very loyal to her, doing everything to be with her, listening to everything she said. He had decided that he wanted only her in his life. But have you heard a quote:

“When a girl is loyal, the boy cheats. When the boy is loyal, the girl cheats. And when both are loyal, God cheats 😏”

Here, the boy was extremely loyal, but the girl hurt him—not exactly by cheating, but by never giving him a clear answer. When the boy confessed his love, she neither said yes nor no. She just kept him hanging on hope.

That girl didn’t deserve his efforts, love, care, respect, and time. But still, he wanted only her. He kept waiting to hear her “yes,” even though he knew it might hurt him.

And one day, she finally said yes.

But that day, he realized that her “yes” hurt him more than her “no” ever could. Still, he said he was happy.

At that moment, his decision to stay with her felt right. But as time passed, it turned out to be wrong. Time slipped from his hands. He could neither stay in that toxic relationship, where both of them were hurting, nor leave her easily and live alone.

It’s a little confusing, but in short—

Staying in that relationship hurt both of them (a decision that once felt right but turned out wrong).

But leaving her is also breaking him.

It’s like he can’t live with her… and he can’t live without her.

This is not just one story—there are many like this. Where everything feels right, perfect, and meant for us in that moment. But as time passes, we realize…

It only carried the illusion of being right.

But in reality… it was wrong. 🪾🍂

Okay okay… I know I disappeared for a while 🙈

Exams and a little life chaos kidnapped me.

But I’m back now—and I promise I’ll try to be more consistent.

Don’t be too mad at me, okay? 🙂

To,

My Messy Heart Readers 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️.

Saudade, this is Portugal word with very deep emotions.

Saudade means missing a person, the person whom you know know who will never come again. They left you a long time ago but you can't forget them, you can't forget the memories which you made, even though you can't forget that smiling face, the words they said, and all. Your mind tells you that you forgot them, but your heart knows it too well, who forgot whom.

The memories which you made are not just memory it's the time, the efforts, the care and the love you both invested. It can't be forgotten in just 1 day, week, month or a year. It takes too much time. sometimes some memories make us happy but some hurt us very badly, so badly that they shatter us. We can't do anything because we are just unable to forget it, the only option remain is, remaining that memories which some of it makes you happy and some make you hurt.

Your heart already knows that, it ends. Ends everything, you told yourself that it's ended, you told it to everyone but, but, but deep down you and only your heart know that, what is ended. You fully accepted that it ended but still, your feelings didn't sign the last page of the end. You want that person never to come in life again but deep down you also feel that whatever happens between you is clear and we both come together again, like the way we used to stay.

Saudade never wants that person in your life again when you finally realise that they won't be coming now. After that Saudade never asked for closure, Saudade just learnt how to live only with their memories. 🍂🍃

I am really sorry my messy heart readers that I haven't uploaded any articles these days, please forgive me 🥲

To,

My Messy Heart Readers 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️.

I am a rose. What do you think about me?

Yes, I look beautiful — but I can be harmful too. This is not just about a flower; it is about the person I represent. If you replace the rose with a person, you might feel confused — someone who looks as beautiful as heaven but can hurt like hell. Every time you try to come close, you may get hurt by my thorns. You may face pain, trouble, and wounds. Yet, if you still choose to stay after all that pain, then maybe you are the one who truly deserves me.

I am the rose — soft petals that everyone finds cute, sweet, and romantic. But beside my beauty, I have thorns on my stem that can hurt anyone who comes too close. I carry pain within me, and yes, I might hurt people easily. So if someone still chooses me, not because of my beauty but because they accept my flaws, my thoughts, and my mistakes — then I feel valued. Because love is not about beauty; love is about acceptance, responsibility, sacrifice, understanding, and care.

When you truly love someone, you accept them as they are. Love should not always have a reason — because when love is based only on reasons, it can disappear when those reasons fade. I want someone who loves me without even knowing why — a love that is natural and unintentional.

Some people love roses only for their beauty. They pluck them carefully, keep them for two days, and then they fade away. That is not love — that is attraction. But someone who truly loves a rose will nurture it, water it, and help it grow. They will be afraid to pluck it, not because they don’t want it, but because they don’t want to hurt it. They will accept even the thorns and still choose to stay.

A person who loves like that will hold the rose like a treasure — gently, carefully — knowing it is fragile. And yes, I am fragile only for the one who stays even after getting hurt, who helps me grow despite my thorns, and who chooses me not just for my petals but for everything that I am.

And that… is what my rose means.🌹🥀

“Not everyone deserves a rose — only the one who respects both bloom and blade.”

So, it is what I meant, what a rose meant!

To,

My Messy Heart Readers, 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️

Once a cheater, always a cheater!

When someone trusts you, truly trusts you—when they love you, stand by you, understand you—and then that trust is broken, it doesn’t just hurt. It shatters. Because cheating is not an accident. It is not a moment of confusion. It is a **choice**—a conscious decision to hurt someone, directly or indirectly, knowing very well what it will cost them.

Trust, love, and the importance someone gives you are precious. You never imagine that a bond built with so much care could break so suddenly. You believe the time you spent together was real, meaningful, safe. And when cheating happens, the pain is difficult to digest—not because you are weak, but because you never expected betrayal from the person you felt safest with.

There is a difference between attraction and love. If someone loves you only for your appearance, your beauty, or what you can offer in good times, that is not love—it is attraction. Love begins when someone sees your flaws, your past, your mistakes, and still chooses to stay. If someone is with you only when you are happy, successful, or perfect, they are not loving you—they are only drawn to a version of you.

Sometimes, people show us a version of themselves that they want us to believe. Even they may think it is love. But the moment they find someone they consider “better,” they leave. That proves it was never love.

Because true love does not replace. It does not compare. It does not look elsewhere when you are already there.

If someone cheats on you, it does not mean you were not enough. It means they were incapable of valuing what they already had. You expected deeply, honestly—and that expectation itself was not wrong. The wrong choice was theirs. Cheating is a decision they made, knowing it would break your trust, your heart, and your sense of safety. Still, they chose that path.

Remember this: if something is truly yours, it finds its way back to you—even from a thousand distances. And if someone is not meant for you, they can stand right beside you and still never be yours.

When a cheater says, “I’m sorry, it was a mistake,” remember this—cheating is never a mistake. It is a choice. A choice to lie. A choice to hide. A choice to shatter someone into pieces and walk away knowing the damage caused. Healing takes time, but the person who cheated knew the consequences even before they acted.

Love is different. Love chooses you—again and again. Even after a hundred small mistakes, love stays. Love accepts your flaws but never betrays your trust. A person who truly loves you would be afraid of losing you—not just losing you, but of breaking you. The thought alone would tear them apart.

If someone cheats, lies, and still claims love, believe their actions, not their words. That was not love—it was attraction disguised as care. Real love accepts you as you are, loves your soul, your heart, your inner beauty—not just your appearance or presence.

And if you ever find someone who loves you like that—who chooses you without conditions—then yes, you have won something rare. But if you mistake attraction for love, the pain will teach you the difference.

Because love never cheats. Love never replaces. Love never chooses another path when your heart is already holding theirs.

Love is loyalty when temptation exists. Love is honesty when lying would be easier. And when someone chooses to stay—despite flaws, fears, and failures—that is not attraction. That is love. Everything else is just a lesson teaching you what love is not.

You don’t get to hold their hand again. You lost that right!

To,

My Messy Heart Readers, 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️

It’s not just my story—this feeling visits everyone at least once in a lifetime.

Some days move gently. Everything feels smooth, almost effortless. And then there are days that feel strangely heavy—irritating, quiet, disappointing. You feel tired, annoyed, frustrated, without knowing why. Nothing is wrong, yet nothing feels right. We smile, we go out, we call it a holiday or a happy day, but deep inside there is a sadness waiting for a moment to rise. We keep running through life, even when our heart is already slowing down.

Then suddenly, something breaks inside your chest. Not loudly—just a soft ache on the left side, as if a memory has pressed too hard. It feels like the past has stepped in front of you without warning. A face. A voice. The way he or she used to talk. The silly conversations, the games, the small habits that once made you feel loved. The way you both stood for each other. The way you fought, made mistakes, and still chose each other.

And all of it ends because of one misunderstanding. One mistake. One moment you never imagined could change everything. The way you once spoke, stayed, trusted—how could that ever lead here? You never thought the same memories that once made you smile would someday make your chest feel heavy.

Maybe this pain exists because we expect too much—sometimes more than a person’s capacity. We give our heart fully and silently assume they will do the same forever. We keep expecting, and expecting, and expecting. And when those expectations break, the heart doesn’t crack—it shatters. Into quiet pieces that no one else can see.

Later, understanding comes. Slowly. Painfully. You realize that maybe it was already written that you were never meant to stay together. You were just passing clouds—meant to meet for a while, for a few moments, maybe for a few years, but not for a lifetime. We believe people will walk beside us as long as life goes on, but most of the time, we are wrong.

Because the Creator always plans better than we do. He knows when someone needs to enter your life, and He knows when they must leave. When a person is meant to go, they go—no matter how tightly you hold on. And yes, sometimes He lets it hurt. He allows depression, anxiety, stress—not to destroy you, but to repair you. Not to end you, but to reshape you.

You go through situations you never imagined you could survive. You lose someone you believed was yours. And slowly, you understand the truth: that person was never meant for you—you only assumed they were. And sometimes, the biggest mistake of our life is believing that someone belongs to us forever.

Still, even after all this understanding, the heart remembers. And when you accidentally bump into your past, it aches—not because it was wrong, but because it was real.

They were never meant to be mine.

They were meant to pass through me.

To break me gently,

and leave me wiser than before.

It's all about the passing cloud, they never meant to stay for life time or as you expected. ☁️☁️

To,

My Messy Heart Readers, 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️

“Between petals and pages, I hold the stories no one speaks of.

I was once blooming on a tree, quietly living my small, beautiful life. One day, I saw someone coming toward me. He was smiling—so full of happiness that I forgot my fear. When he plucked me from the tree, it hurt, but I said nothing.

The smile on his face was too precious for me to question him, too honest to argue with.

So I stayed silent and went with him.

As we walked, I realized the reason behind his happiness. He wanted to give me to someone he loved. That thought filled me with hope. I believed I was going into safe hands—hands that would understand the value of my sacrifice. I felt proud.

I felt that leaving my tree had meaning.

When that person finally accepted me, he was happy too. Not just because I was a flower, but because he could see the effort behind me. He knew someone had chosen me with love.

For a moment, I felt precious—like I truly mattered.

But this was only one part of my story.

Not all my stories are happy.

Some are deeply heartbreaking. Sometimes I am crushed without meaning, broken completely, and left behind as if I never mattered.

I fall to the ground and slowly disappear.

And yet, sometimes life is gentle.

Sometimes someone plucks me softly and places me in a bouquet—offered in a church, in a temple, or at the feet of God. In those moments, I feel peaceful. I feel close to the one who created me.

Other times, my story becomes quiet.

Sometimes I am placed inside a book, pressed between its pages.

I stay there silently, holding memories no one speaks about.

I remember one such moment. Someone opened that book and found me there. At first, he smiled. And then he cried. The memories hurt him deeply. He was still waiting for the person I was meant for—the one he had once planned to give me to.

Time had passed, but his heart had not.

Some memories belonged to the one who received me.

Some belonged to the one who gave me.

And I carried them all.

But there are also stories that are never told.

Some people still take care of me. They give me water. They protect me. They do not want me to die, because I was once given to them with a smile so full of love that they never want that smile to fade from their life.

They take care of me because I belonged to someone precious.

They do not want the love behind that memory to fade. They want to feel that happiness again—the happiness of that moment when I was given with love.

That moment was priceless.

I still stay between the pages of that book, holding untold stories.

Sometimes I cry silently with the memories pressed inside me. Some memories are heartbreaking. Some make someone smile.

Sometimes someone opens the book and cries.

Sometimes someone opens it and smiles.

Everyone looks at me differently.

Some see happiness.

Some see loss.

Some remember their past and cry.

Some remember their past and smile.

I may look dead inside that book, but I am not completely gone.

I am still alive in the feelings I carry. I am alive in the memories I hold.

I was once the reason behind someone’s happiness—

and sometimes, the reason behind someone’s tears.

That is what it means to be a flower.

Carrying love.

Carrying loss.

And carrying stories that will never be told.

“I have bloomed in happiness and wilted in sorrow, yet every petal I gave held someone’s life within it.

I am nothing and everything—a witness to joy that burns and pain that refuses to leave.”.

And yes this is what I feel in my journey!!!!!;🍃🍂🥀

To,

My Messy Heart Readers, 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️

Sometimes, what we think we missed was never meant to take us to the right place. That train, that opportunity, or that person might have looked perfect for us at that time, but if we had held onto it, it could have taken us somewhere we didn’t actually want to be. We don’t realize this immediately, but with time, things become clearer. Missing something is not always a loss — sometimes, it is protection.

Life doesn’t always go the way we plan. We think we are going to one place, but we end up somewhere else. And later, we understand that the place we reached taught us something important. ‘Not every missed chance is a mistake.’ ‘Some missed chances save us from bigger regrets.’

Instead of blaming ourselves or crying over what slipped away, we should learn to move forward. The universe does not take something away without a reason. “If something left our life, maybe it was making space for something better — something more suitable for us, something that truly belongs to us.”

What matters is what we do next. We should wait for the right train, the right time, the right opportunity, and the right person. And when that moment comes, we should be ready. We should not let fear or hesitation make us miss what is truly meant for us.

The things that are meant for us will feel right. They will stay. They will not force us to beg, chase, or lose ourselves. When the universe gives us another chance, we should hold onto it with courage and care.

So instead of regretting the train we missed, let us prepare ourselves for the next one. Let us move on, grow stronger, and begin again. Because life is not about the trains we missed — it is about the journeys we choose to continue.

“We cry over the train we missed, without knowing it was never meant to take us where we belonged.”

To,

My Messy Heart Readers, 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️

According to me, trust is the most important thing because we can regain many things if we lose them, but we can never truly regain someone’s trust once it is broken. When someone trusts you, it means they feel safe around you. It means they believe in you, in your words, and in your intentions.

But the moment that trust is broken, everything changes. The smiles remain, the conversations continue, but something inside silently fades. They never look at you the way they used to. Doubt replaces belief, and silence replaces comfort.

We can earn money again if we lose it. We can rebuild our reputation if it is damaged. But trust—no, trust is different. Once lost, it never returns in the same form. Even if people forgive, they never forget. They become careful, guarded, and distant, because they know how painful it feels when trust shatters.

That is why trust should be handled with care. It is not something given to everyone. It is built slowly, through honesty, consistency, and respect. And once someone places their trust in you, it becomes your responsibility—not just to keep it, but to protect it.

Because breaking trust doesn’t just hurt a relationship; it changes a person. It teaches them to doubt, to hesitate, and to build walls where there were once open doors.

So if someone trusts you, value it. Protect it. Because trust, once broken, may be forgiven—but it is never truly the same again.

Trust is not a toy meant to be played with or broken. It is an emotion that deserves protection when someone places it in you.🙂🙂

To,

My Messy Heart Readers, 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️

When you finally realize that the person you talked to yesterday is someone you will never meet again, it hurts. Sometimes the universe gives hints that it will be the last meeting, but we fail to understand them for various reasons. And the moment that person disappears—yes, that’s when the real pain begins: confusion, panic, and worry. In the end, when we understand that it truly was the last meeting, we say, “I’ll wait for him/her.” That feeling is real.

Sometimes we don’t understand or accept that a person will leave us—not exactly leaving, but going so far away that we can never meet again. Still, we wait for that person. Even if we don't know that we'll meet again, even if you forget them, your heart doesn’t. There is a place reserved in your heart just for them. Your heart remembers their touch, the way they used to talk, laugh, make you happy, comfort you, guide you, entertain you—and make you feel loved.

Some relationships are not meant to last forever. They are meant to help you understand something, to teach you a life lesson, to make you realize how it feels when someone disappears without saying a “last goodbye.” It hurts, but when you understand how important that last meeting was, you finally understand the real reason behind it.

And then you ask yourself one question: “Will we ever be able to meet again?”

A question you never asked at that time.

I’ll suggest this to you: talk to everyone. Say what you want to tell them. Express your feelings. Tell them what you feel, because “life is not fair”. So say whatever is in your mind and in your heart, because once time passes, you’ll regret it—thinking, “Why didn’t I do that?”

So instead of regretting it in the future, just tell them now and see what happens. Who knows? Because of that one step, the last meeting might never happen. 🙂🍂🍃

(If you have a story of your last meeting then if you feel to share with me, freely share it.)

We always in the hope of this.🙂

To,

My messy Heart Readers, 💗 🫶🏻 ❣️

Songs or music always make you feel lighter. The way the lyrics sink into you, the way the writer pens those lines, the way the artist creates the emotion behind the lyrics, and the way you feel while listening to that song—it all matters. Music or songs are not something made in just two minutes like Maggi. They need time, effort, feelings, and patience, and those things turn a song or music into a gem.

Some songs are extremely relatable. You feel yourself in that song; you feel your exact emotions through it. You actually understand what the writer wants to say through the lyrics and how the artist gives their best to transfer that emotion, that feeling, and the exact meaning they want to convey. And when you can relate to it, that connection becomes even stronger.

Why is your favourite song your favourite? Because you feel the connection. You feel that the lyrics are not just lines, but your own feelings—feelings you want to express but are unable to, not because you can’t, but because you don’t know how. At that moment, music and songs take their place. They make you feel special. The song sinks into you. It makes you relax, feel happy, feel sad, and sometimes makes you think, yes, this is right.

When you realise that songs are not just made of lyrics but of emotions, feelings, and—most importantly—connection and vibes, you automatically start healing yourself through music. Because songs are not just songs; they are emotions, and they are made of connection.

At last, it is all about the connection and emotions that the writer and the artist want to deliver to you, the way you relate to the song, and the way you completely sink into it. That’s all you want after a tiring day.

To,

My Messy Heart Readers, 💗🫶🏻❣️

And that person replied, “Yes, I’m good. What about you? My life is going well.”

And then, the very next day after that conversation, you found out that the person is no longer with you—that person is dead.

Yes, I just lost one precious person from my life. He was my dad’s elder brother, and you can say that he always loved me like his own child. We used to talk like friends, and he always saved me from my parents whenever I got into trouble. He was truly a great person for me.

When I heard the news that he was no longer with us, I was shocked—completely shocked—because we had just talked the previous night, and suddenly he was gone. I couldn’t process anything. I wasn’t even crying. I couldn’t understand my own feelings. I was calm, trying to process everything, and I was controlling my emotions.

But the moment I saw his dead body in front of me, in which my uncle’s soul was no longer there, I couldn’t control myself and I cried. I cried for the first time over someone’s death. I felt like everything had stopped. I don’t know how to explain it, but he was like a second dad to me. He was my dad’s elder brother, and I never imagined that one day he would die. I know everyone has to go one day, but… the moment I saw his dead body, I felt like I would faint, though I controlled myself.

Yes… the person I talked to just yesterday is no longer with me.

But I wish him a peaceful and beautiful journey to heaven. 🥹🥹

He was just like this photo, also felt like a wise man for me🥺🥺

To,

My messy heart readers. 💗🫶🏻

So, according to me, the real face means the real you—the one you hide behind a mask.

Which mask?

The mask made of fake smiles, fake emotions, depression, anxiety, peer pressure, and society’s expectations. You don’t want to wear it, but you have to, because you are a part of society and you are forced to live according to its rules. You have to wear that mask whether you like it or not.

Society automatically trains you on how to live their way. They never try to listen to you or understand you, because they don’t want to. You often find yourself tired and alone behind that mask—the mask that is worn by force.

It steals your childhood, puts you into a race—the race of chasing… chasing what? Chasing everything. It teaches you to hide your emotions and feelings, and many of you forget how to express them. You forget how to remove that mask and become the old you.

You want to—but you can’t. Many are unable to do it. But when you finally do, you win. You win over society, and you win over that fake mask.

Society will do what they want to you have to do what YOU want.

To,

My Messy Hearts Readers, 💗🫶🏻❣️

I am not telling you not to prioritize people, but did you ever think about whether the person you are prioritizing genuinely deserves your efforts, your care, your love, and most importantly, your time? Because according to me, if you are prioritizing someone, they should know that they are important to you. And if they are also like you—understanding your efforts and love towards them—then yes, they deserve your efforts.

But what if that person takes your prioritizing them for granted? Did you ever think about that? And I think you all have experienced this once in life, definitely, because we all experience it. This is not a bad thing, but a good lesson for you and your life—about whom you should give your efforts and good intentions to, only to the person who genuinely deserves them.

When I experienced this, it was really very hurtful for me because I never expected it would happen to me. I always prioritized people over myself, and yes, I always got disappointed because I expected too many things from others, and that is what I shouldn’t have done. It’s not only me—you all have also done this. We think, “What did I do wrong?” And yes, we all have experienced this.

So probably, now I am aware of whom I should prioritize and whom I shouldn’t, because I have learned this lesson. 🍂🍃

And I would like to know about your experience on it, and thoughts on it.💗

“When Caring Too Much Starts Hurting You”

“If you Over love someone, you'll get Over hurt!”

To,

My Messy Heart Readers💗🫶🏻❣️

Things and situations will solve, when you try to focus on question not on solution. Spend time with yourself, try to focus on question and you'll get answers

I'll say that,

Always think with your brain when it's right time, and this with you heart and brain both when it's come wrong time.

It's not about the the person whom you assumed that they are home, but it's about that they are really your home.

Sometimes it's only a matter of The hug from your Home Person.

So, just give importance to the people who is giving you important and their efforts.