Relationships on teddywrites

Dear Stranger, I died.

Sun, 06 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0530

Dear Stranger,

On a gloomy day in September I died. With me, the hope of true love and the trust of having a calm relationship died too. After I died, I had to collect my pieces and go to work the next day, answer emails, smile at people, pretend my chest wasn’t a demolition site. Funny how something I once held sacred turned out to be exactly what everyone warned me it was: fragile, conditional, temporary.

What 2025 Left Behind

Wed, 31 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0000

2025 Was a weird year. I wanted it to be a much better one. It had everything I needed.

January,

I got promoted, I was happy. I was looking forward to being much happier.

February,

I fell in love. After a few long years, I did. I didn’t know I had it in me. I was happier, maybe that was the happiest I’ve been in awhile. It was perfect.

March,

One Last Time — Revisiting

Thu, 08 May 2025 00:00:00 +0000

I’ve always wondered how fragile promises can be. How at one time we are so fixated on trying to make everything and then suddenly those promises mean nothing at all. One time someone could mean the world to us and then they mean nothing at all.

How fleeting is this feeling of love, where it can both heal you and break you to a point of no return. When Franz Kafka said that Love is the knife I turned inside me, I was skeptical but now I know how it feels to be Kafka. When I said Kafka is me, I never thought that I’d be like him after all. All I need to do is post a series of notes I’ve written to my girlfriend, if that’s even what I can call her.

One Last Time

Sun, 16 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Hey, how are you?

She sent me a text.

I had been expecting it. It had been a while.

I’m just fine, I guess. Nothing good, nothing bad. Just fine, I replied.

Oh, I know those words. You’re already planning how to cope if I leave. Why do you always overthink things?

She was hauntingly accurate when it came to reading my feelings.

It’s better to be prepared, I thought. That’s what always happens, isn’t it? People leave. It wasn’t that I was perfect—I had made my fair share of mistakes—but I wasn’t someone who had done nothing wrong either. Maybe they just felt trapped. Maybe I was the problem. But it’s just a hypothetical.

Walls

Wed, 12 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Do you know what’s not fair? It’s when you leave a bad relationship and you are the one who’s left suffering. Trying not to feel anymore, trying to walk on eggshells around emotions because they’ve become so fragile that you don’t feel like you can entrust someone with them.

And then, you’ll put up countless walls because of different reasons. These walls will have different traumas and in the middle of those walls you will rest on a pedestal waiting for someone to approach you to tell you that things will be okay again.

Eternal Dance of Life

Sun, 02 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Hi.

“You’ve been awfully silent the past few days,” she said.

“Yeah, I have. Just had a lot on my mind.”

I think I’ve seen this before. You, me, and this eternal dance around the obvious. Last time, I barely survived the ending.

I always believed that one day, I’d be strong enough to go through it again. Turns out, I’m not.

Because at the end of this dance, you’ll have someone to fall back into. And I won’t.

Unwritten Story

Fri, 31 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000

There’s an unwritten story about us. The reason it’s not written is that either one of us is afraid to pick up the pen and write it. We’ve both been so close to picking up that pen but we’d rather let the other one start the story. And until that moment, we’re going to have this infinite staredown at each other, a metaphorical staredown where nobody will win.

So, the one who picks up the pen first will dictate the terms of it. They will establish how this will flow but both of us are afraid of it aren’t we?

Note to Self

Sun, 26 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000

The magic of life is that you never truly realize when you’ve fallen in love—or when you’ve fallen out of it. Some days, you hold onto hope, believing that if you just try a little harder, things will fall into place. You convince yourself that happiness is within reach, just one decision away. And then, one day, you wake up and realize that no matter how much you hoped, no matter how much effort you put in, some things simply aren’t meant to last.

Chaos

Sat, 25 Jan 2025 00:00:00 +0000

Is she chaotic?

No. She’s not. I don’t know how to describe her though. She feels so homely. Is that even a word? I feel at ease with her. I’ve felt this way before but to feel that comfort again out of nowhere in a random encounter feels so weird.

Should I?

I don’t really know. I’m torn between two options. What if she’s not that into me. I don’t want to stop feeling this. But then again to have it around you at all times seems like a fair trade-off. Why is it so hard to make decisions when it involves myself?

Love, Time, and Messages

Wed, 25 Dec 2024 17:33:40 +0000

It finally happened. It was only funny when I was theorycrafting about it, but now that it really happened, I don’t know how to handle this.

Have you ever thought about or even dreamt of time travel? Or something similar? Well, not exactly traveling, but some kind of phenomenon related to time manipulation.

It happened to me—well, in a way. It happened to her as well. The issue is that only one of us knows. Well, technically two, because she counts as two. For fuck’s sake, time travel is complicated.

Tired

Thu, 23 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000

I’m a little bit tired.

I was procrastinating for a while, well that’s very mildly put to be honest. I haven’t written anything lately.

I was busy, yes. But I think it’s mostly due to not having anything to write about.

These feelings are quite funny. They catch up to us when we weren’t expecting. All they need is a slight slip of reality to come rushing in.

So, I guess I’m not invulnerable to it. I thought I was.

Loss

Fri, 04 Nov 2022 00:00:00 +0000

“Logan! Logan!! Stay with me, don’t drift away.” Logan heard a faint voice in his ears, he could barely see a shadow of a woman through his bloodshot eyes. As he drifts to sleep, Logan knew this was it for him. He didn’t have time to process anything. As his final words, he chose to crack a joke at the woman he loved, “Drifting deez…” he couldn’t finish it as he succumbed to his ill fate.

Rain and the Girl — Again

Thu, 20 Oct 2022 00:00:00 +0000

I was caught off guard with a feeling of sudden coldness on my palm. It wasn’t in the forecast, was it? I didn’t even bring my umbrella. I thought to myself.

Although It was unexpected, I’ve always been a pluviophile. Ah, big word man.

The sky was grey, It was that darker shade of grey with earthy smell going around. If I remember correctly It’s been awhile since we had rain. I wasn’t in a hurry to get up from the bench I was sitting on.

Into the Sunset — A Short Story

Thu, 09 Sep 2021 18:29:15 +0000

It isn’t easy, you know. Eventually, you’ll start to see me as I see myself right now, and the feelings you have for me will fade away like they never existed in the first place.

You see, love as we define it is relative to the opinion we have of someone. As long as you consider me a proper person to share your time with and tolerate the existence of me beside you till death do us part, you will continue to love me. If and when you lose that opinion, you’ll start to see the flaws you have actively ignored until now.

A Little Confession

Thu, 29 Oct 2020 19:26:41 +0000

I’m writing this in case if things go south.

I was not a firm believer of spontaneous vibing where you meet a random person out of nowhere and you feel like you’ve known them for sometime. To me that’s what you are, someone who appeared out of nowhere with absolutely no fucking reason and it made sense.

I instantly forgot what happened last time when i forced this vibe thing to happen and I despised it although it wasn’t much of a nightmare. Like it or not it was not the kind of relationship that I wanted to be in and it definitely was not the relationship i have imagined.

The Girl on the Train

Fri, 02 Oct 2020 21:33:25 +0000

No, it’s not a story about a childhood friend. I was a young boy when i first saw her. I was on the way to school on a train and with the puberty and the hormones world was a different place than before. and then there she was, the woman i felt attracted to. I don’t want to label it as love but there was something about her that’s compelling and it drew me to her. The exhausting journey on the train turned out to be an hour in heaven to me. My attendance went up at school and i just loved every moment i spent looking at her.

Spectator

Sun, 05 Apr 2020 02:20:42 +0000

Someone asked me, what was the biggest sacrifice you’ve made for love. I had to think for awhile. There were many sacrifices i made in the name of love. Although I never managed to love down even one of those sacrifices, at the end of the day there was only one that stood out.

It was to see that my unrequited love being loved by someone else and me being happy for them. I was truly happy for her. She was living the dream. Someone who loves and cares for her, someone who always stood by her side. She never would’ve done half the things she did if i were to intervene. Therefore, the decision i took, the sacrifice i made even though no one really knew, was the biggest i did. And it was pretty much the only sacrifice i can give a worth to.

Why Do You Keep Coming Back to Me?

Tue, 13 Nov 2018 19:49:14 +0000

“I Loved you.” She insisted.

See, That’s where you’re wrong. you never loved me. you thought you did, but you didn’t. you were looking for validation. at that moment of your life you needed someone weaker or unfortunate than you. you wanted someone to suffer more than you. i was the scapegoat in your quest to find such a victim.

whenever you feel down or insecure you would ask me how my day was, Because you knew my day would’ve been shittier than yours was. it always was.

The Girl from the Web

Thu, 01 Nov 2018 16:40:18 +0000

I wouldn’t exactly call her a ball of pure happiness. she was grey, her heart was pure, but her life filled with darkness. she was someone you would call a flight risk. yet, i found her quite compelling. a puzzle to solve. the way i met her, the way i kept talking with her, i have grown quite fond of her.

She was a paradox, scary yet intriguing.

the day i solve that puzzle, i might able to reach her. hopefully, someday.

Repetitive Motions

Thu, 20 Sep 2018 20:49:45 +0000

I wonder why she even bother to come back in to my life again. i was not her ideal guy, i was never. but then again somehow she’s trying to get back to me. i’m not that special. only specialty i ever had was being an ultimate saboteur of relationships. i was a genius at it. and beause of that sole purpose i gave up relationships. not because i suffer or they suffer, because eventually it got boring. people became predictable and life was too clichéd. Somehow i began to see things repeating itself. it’s like my life ran out of things to do. so now it’s trying to bring back blasts from past. so i am reliving things i have experienced before and it’s so boring. Just like how that girl who went away with another guy. And she asked me why did i never asked her out. I was at loss of words. What should I say? I have nothing to say at all. I screwed it up, i screwed it up big time. And i have no excuses.

Guess What!

Sun, 02 Mar 2014 07:43:05 +0000

The mere illusion of everlasting love may console you for a while but the life can not built upon that. more you depend from the others you’ll get sucked in to darkness known as empathy. to build your life taste the pain of failures, the hardship of search and the learn to take risks. and most importantly learn the fact that nobody truly cares. This is a battlefield for you to survive. Cheers!