Category: Relationships

Posted in Creative Writing, Love, Relationships, Writing, Writing Prompts

Inkrement #33: Moonlit Dance of Hearts [Short Story]

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Writing Prompt: Write a dialogue between two characters—one with high self-worth and the other with low self-worth—discussing their perspectives on love and relationships. Explore how their differing views affect their interactions.
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The dimly lit jazz club was a haven for souls seeking solace amidst the cacophony of life. The smoke-filled air wrapped around the patrons like a warm embrace, and the smooth melody of the saxophone drifted through the room, creating an ambiance of both passion and melancholy.

At a corner table, sat two individuals seemingly lost in their own worlds. Veronica, a striking woman with a commanding presence, exuded an air of self-assurance that captivated those around her. Across from her sat Max, a gentle soul with soft eyes and a perpetually hunched posture, as if trying to hide from the world.

Veronica swirled the ice in her glass, her crimson lips forming a knowing smile as she observed Max. She could sense the weight he carried, a burden of self-doubt that held him captive.

“Max, tell me, what do you think about love and relationships?” Veronica asked, her voice low and alluring, like a siren calling sailors to their doom.

Max hesitated for a moment, his fingers tracing the rim of his own glass, before finally speaking. “Well, love seems like a beautiful dream, but it’s not meant for someone like me. I’m just not worthy of it.”

Veronica leaned forward, her eyes piercing into his soul. “And why do you believe that?”

He shrugged, avoiding her intense gaze. “I’m nothing special, just a regular guy with too many flaws. Who would want to love someone like that?”

Veronica’s laughter seemed to linger in the air, filling the space around them like a warm breeze on a summer night. Her eyes held a twinkle of mischief as she continued to unravel the complexities of love to Max.

“Love isn’t a matter of being whole or perfect, Max,” she said, her voice a soft melody that matched the jazz music playing in the background. “We’re all a bit broken, carrying scars from our past, but that’s what makes us beautifully human.”

Max’s puzzled expression softened, his eyes meeting Veronica’s with a mix of vulnerability and curiosity. “But isn’t love supposed to fix us, to mend our broken pieces?” he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

Veronica’s fingers traced gentle patterns on the back of Max’s hand, her touch soothing like the caress of a warm summer rain. “Love doesn’t come with a mission to mend us,” she explained. “It’s not a repair shop for our souls. Love, true love, accepts us with all our flaws and imperfections. It embraces our brokenness, intertwines with it, and creates something beautiful in its wake.”

Their eyes met, and Max felt an unfamiliar warmth stirring within him. Veronica’s presence was magnetic, drawing him out of the shadows he had lived in for so long.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Veronica,” he confessed, his voice tinged with wonder.

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you never will. But I’m not here to save you, Max. I’m here to show you that you already possess the strength to save yourself.”

Their conversation drifted to other topics, but the words lingered in Max’s mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Veronica saw something in him that he had never seen in himself.

As weeks turned into months, Veronica and Max became inseparable, their connection growing stronger with each passing day. Despite her self-assured demeanor, Veronica found herself opening up to Max, revealing a vulnerability she had guarded for years.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the city as Veronica and Max walked hand in hand through the deserted streets. Laughter and the faint melodies of jazz floated on the breeze, remnants of the enchanting evening they had just shared.

Veronica’s heart swelled with an unfamiliar mix of emotions. With Max, she had found a level of intimacy she had never thought possible. He had managed to peel back the layers of her guarded heart, and she was beginning to realize just how deeply she cared for him.

As they reached a quiet park, Max hesitated for a moment before turning to face Veronica. He took a deep breath, the nerves evident in his voice as he spoke. “Veronica, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she gently squeezed his hand, silently encouraging him to continue.

“I know we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I feel a connection with you like I’ve never felt with anyone else,” Max began, his voice wavering slightly. “But I can’t help wondering… where do you see this going? What are we?”

Veronica’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She had pondered the same questions herself, but her fear of vulnerability had kept her from acknowledging them. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding.

“Max, you’re right. We have something special, something that’s been growing stronger each day,” she said softly, her eyes locking with his. “But I’ve always been cautious about love and relationships. I’ve built walls to protect myself, and breaking them down is a process.”

“Veronica, do you love me?” he inquired, his voice trembling.

Veronica paused for a moment, as if considering her answer carefully. “I care deeply for you, Max. But love is a complex thing, and I’m still figuring it out.”

Max’s heart sank, and he felt a familiar shadow of doubt creeping back in. “I understand,” he said softly, not wanting to push her away.

But Veronica reached for his hand, refusing to let him retreat into his insecurities. “Don’t misunderstand, Max. My journey with love doesn’t diminish what we have. It’s just that my heart is a labyrinth, and I’m navigating its twists and turns.”

Max nodded, appreciating her honesty. “I don’t want to force anything. I just want you to be happy.”

Veronica smiled, her eyes softening. “And I am happy with you. You’ve taught me so much about myself, about love, and about the beauty of vulnerability.”

As their relationship deepened, Max found himself shedding layers of self-doubt. He started standing taller, speaking with more confidence, and pursuing his passions with a newfound zeal.

One evening, as they strolled hand in hand through the city streets, Veronica turned to Max with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You know, Max, I’ve learned something from you too,” she said playfully.

“Oh? And what’s that?” he replied, genuinely curious.

She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his waist. “From the moment we met, there was an energy, a spark between us that I couldn’t ignore. You’ve challenged me to confront parts of myself I had buried deep within, and I’m grateful for that.”

Max felt a surge of emotion, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m grateful for you, Veronica. You’ve shown me a love and acceptance I never thought I deserved. But now, I can’t imagine my life without you.”

In that moment, they sealed their unspoken commitment with a kiss that spoke of hope, vulnerability, and a shared journey ahead. They knew that life was unpredictable, and they might face challenges along the way, but together, they felt invincible.

In that moment, Max felt a profound sense of acceptance and belonging, a feeling he had never experienced before. With Veronica by his side, he had learned that love wasn’t about seeking validation from others, but about embracing his own worth and being open to receiving the love that was meant for him.

As the jazz club’s melody filled the air once more, Max and Veronica danced together, their bodies moving in harmony, just like their hearts. In each other’s embrace, they found solace and strength, a testament to the power of love to heal and empower even the most wounded souls. And as they swayed to the music, they knew that their journey together had just begun, an odyssey of growth, love, and self-discovery in the embrace of the shadows of the heart.

Posted in Life Lessons, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections, Relationships, Writing

Inkrement #27: Why Second Chances Aren’t Always Worth It

Posted on by T.L. Minor

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.

-Maya Angelou

There’s a reason that quote is spoken so frequently. This powerful statement serves as a guiding principle for recognizing and accepting the true nature of others. While some may argue in favor of second chances, my personal experience has led me to question the validity of such forgiveness, especially when it comes to disrespect and betrayal. Allow me to be vulnerable and transparent as I share my own story as a cautionary tale.

Six years ago, my world came crashing down when I discovered that my then-boyfriend had been unfaithful. It was a devastating blow, and my heart shattered into a million tiny fragments. Amidst the chaos of my swirling emotions, he approached me with a mixture of remorse and regret. His eyes reflected the weight of his actions, and his voice quivered as he took full accountability for the pain he had caused. He promised me that he would do everything in his power to make amends, to rebuild the trust that had been so callously broken. His words echoed with sincerity, and his gestures conveyed a desire for redemption.

It was a crossroads moment, where reason and intuition clashed within me. My better judgment cautioned against trusting him again, reminding me of the depth of the wound he had inflicted upon our relationship. The logical part of me recognized the inherent risks of granting a second chance, fearing that history might repeat itself. Yet, there was a small glimmer of hope within me, a flicker of belief that people can change and that love can triumph over even the darkest of betrayals. Was I secretly auditioning for a role in a rom-com where the cheater magically transforms into the perfect partner? Apparently, I was the star of my very own tragicomedy.

In the end, it was my willingness to see the potential for growth and transformation that swayed my decision. I chose to embrace the vulnerability that accompanies forgiveness, offering him the opportunity to prove that his remorse was genuine and that his promises were more than mere words. It was a leap of faith, borne out of a belief in the redeeming power of love and the possibility of a renewed connection. Plus, there was so much history with us. We’d been friends since the 5th grade. We went to the same church. Our families were close. Everyone raved about what a good man he was, especially my mother shortly before her untimely passing. I wanted to believe that the time and connections between was worth fighting for.

In the aftermath of infidelity, trust becomes an elusive creature, lurking in the shadows of doubt. But with time, therapy, and his apparent effort to change, the wounds began to heal, or so I thought. We even got engaged and excitedly made plans for the future. For for last six years, it seemed as though we had rebuilt our relationship on a stronger foundation. I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he had learned his lesson. That the past was just that—the past. But spoiler alert: life doesn’t play by your hopeful script.

Two years after the initial transgression, the universe unleashed another cruel blow. Not only did he cheat on me again, but this time he crossed an unimaginable line—he had a one-night stand with my best friend. I mean, what the actual fuck? The shock, the pain, the absolute devastation cannot be eloquently put into words. To make matters worse, they both hid the truth from me for years, only confessing when confronted about it four months ago.

The realization that he had consciously chosen to hide the truth for years added a new dimension of anguish to the already unbearable pain. It shattered any remaining semblance of trust and shattered the foundation of our relationship beyond repair. The emotional turmoil that ensued was indescribable, as I grappled with the questions of how I could have been so blind and why he had chosen to prolong my pain through his lies.

Looking back now, I can’t help but shake my head at myself. What the fuck was I thinking? Why did I ignore the signs? And why did I even give this clown a second chance in the first place? In hindsight, the revelation of his prolonged deception further validated the wisdom of Maya Angelou’s quote: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It became abundantly clear that he had indeed shown me his true character through his repeated acts of infidelity and the calculated concealment of his actions. The evidence was there, hidden in plain sight, and I had chosen to ignore the warning signs.

Through this agonizing experience, I’ve come to understand the profound truth in Maya Angelou’s words. When somebody shows you their true character, when they display a blatant disregard for your feelings, it’s imperative to believe them. People may apologize, they may promise to change, but actions speak louder than words. Trust should be earned, not given blindly, especially after such immense betrayal.

Giving second chances can be an admirable trait, born from a place of hope and compassion. Who doesn’t love a good redemption story, right? But you have to balance that with a heavy dose of self-respect. Think about it. When you keep forgiving someone who continues to disrespect and betray you, it’s like you’re telling the world, “Hey, I’m okay with being treated like garbage.” It’s not, my friends. Not at all. It’s like starting a subscription for a never-ending cycle of bullshit, where your self-esteem takes a nosedive and your happiness will cease to exist. I know all too well how easy it is to get caught up in the idea that maybe they’ll change. You hope that they’ll truly get it and appreciate what they have this time. But you know what they say about hope? It breeds eternal misery. It can make you see rainbows where there’s just a whole lot of rain.

And Maya’s quote doesn’t just apply to infidelity—it’s a universal truth that transcends romantic relationships. This little nugget of wisdom can be applied to friends, family, coworkers, or even encounters with that weird neighbor across the street. When people reveal their true colors, it’s like a neon sign flashing right in front of your face, saying, “Hey, I’m a terrible human being and you should run for the hills!”

When somebody shows you who they truly are, it’s like getting a front-row seat to their soul. It’s like having an X-ray vision into their core being, revealing all their flaws, their fucked-up quirks, and their twisted little secrets. And let me tell you, my friends, it’s important to pay attention to what you see. Don’t brush it off like it’s a fluke or a figment of your imagination. Believe them. Believe what you see and take it as a warning sign that maybe, just maybe, this person isn’t worth your time.

So, where do we go from here? It’s a question I’ve wrestled with endlessly, and the answer is different for everyone. For me, it meant finding the strength to walk away from a toxic relationship, despite the love and the memories we once cherished. It meant learning to value myself enough to say “No. Enough is enough.”

Sometimes, the harshest lessons can lead to the most profound personal growth. Sure, my heart still hurts. I’m still coming to terms with being betrayed by two of the most important people in my life. It’s like this never-ending dull ache that reminds me of the pain I went through. It’s the kind of pain that no amount of ice cream, sad R&B music, or curling under the covers can fix. However, in the midst of this emotional bullshit, I’ve managed to find some flicker of light, but don’t ask me how I did it.

I’ve learned that setting boundaries is essential. No more letting people trample all over me like a doormat. It’s time to draw that line in the sand and say, “Hey, this is as far as you go.” No more compromising my values or sacrificing my own well-being for someone who doesn’t deserve it.

And you know what? My intuition is a badass. It’s like this little voice inside my head that whispers, “You know what? Something’s off here.” I used to ignore it, thinking I was just being paranoid or overthinking things. But now? Now I’m listening. I’m tuning in to that gut feeling, that instinct that tells me when something isn’t right. It’s like having my own personal Sherlock Holmes in my head, and I’m not ignoring his brilliant deductions anymore.

In the end, it’s not about denying forgiveness or harboring resentment—it’s about choosing what is best for our own happiness and growth. So, let us embrace Maya Angelou’s wisdom, believe those who show us their true colors, and have the strength to move forward with our heads held high.

Posted in Creative Writing, Friendship, Relationships, Writing, Writing Prompts

Inkrement #22 – When Paths Diverge-Echoes of a Broken Melody

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Writing Prompt: Write about two friends who were once inseparable, but now find themselves growing apart — or even friends turned enemies. (Credit to Reedsy Writing Prompts for the inspiration)
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Emelia and Carmen were inseparable from the moment they met in the schoolyard. Their friendship flourished, their souls intertwined like intricate tapestries. They shared secrets, dreams, and laughter that resounded through the corridors of their lives. In a world determined to tear them apart, they found solace in each other, becoming each other’s unwavering support.

But as they entered adulthood, cracks formed in their once unbreakable bond. Emelia, with her free-spirited nature and hunger for adventure, longed to spread her wings and explore the world beyond their small town of Idlewood. Carmen, cautious and rooted in familiarity, chose the safety of what she knew.

One fateful summer night, they sat on the porch of Emelia’s childhood home, the warm breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers. The setting sun painted the sky with hues of gold and amber, creating a backdrop of fleeting beauty for their conversation.

Emelia’s heart raced as she summoned the courage to share her plans with Carmen. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I need to share something with you. Something has been on my mind for a while.”

Carmen looked at her friend, curiosity mingled with concern etched across her face. “What is it, Mellie? You know you can tell me anything.”

A mixture of excitement and vulnerability danced in Emelia’s eyes as she continued. “I want to move to Los Angeles. I’m ready to share my music with the world.” She anxiously ran her fingers through her hair. “You know that it’s always been my deepest passion. I can’t ignore this melody that haunts my dreams any longer.”

Carmen’s brows furrowed, confusion clouding her features. “But…Mellie, what about us? What about our friendship? We’ve always been there for one another, right?”

“Of course we have! And that’s not going to change.” Tears welled up in Emelia’s eyes, betraying the depth of her emotions. “But this is my calling. It’s about pursuing the music that fills my soul.”

“It just feels like you’re choosing your dream over our friendship.” Carmen’s voice quivered with a mix of fear and bitterness. “How do I manage without you? How can I support a decision that means losing you?”

“I don’t want to lose you, Carmen. You mean everything to me.” Emelia’s shoulders slumped, the weight of Carmen’s words crashing down on her. “But this dream, it’s become a part of who I am. If I ignore it, I’ll be sacrificing my happiness. Why do I have to choose between our friendship and my goals?”

Silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken regrets and unfulfilled promises. The fading light cast long shadows across the porch, mirroring the growing divide between their dreams.

Carmen broke the silence, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and resentment. “I just never expected this. I never imagined our paths splitting like this.”

“This isn’t breaking news,” Emelia stated, a hint of frustration lacing her words. “Remember the 5th-grade talent show? Before I belted out that Whitney Houston song, I told the audience they’d see me performing at the Grammy Awards when I grew up. And I meant that.”

Carmen’s eyes widened, disbelief mingling with a flicker of hope. “Do you believe you have what it takes to get a record deal? Are you really Grammy Award-winning, top of the billboard charts-winning good?”

“I know I am,” Emelia scowled. “What is wrong with you? You’re supposed to be my best friend, supporting me!”

“I’m being your best friend by telling you that local talent shows and solos in the church choir are as big as you’re going to get,” Carmen spat, her words sharp as broken glass.

Emelia winced, the impact of Carmen’s harsh words cutting deep. The pain was palpable, a wound that threatened to scar their friendship forever.

“Carmen, please try to understand. I know it seems impossible, but I’m going for it, regardless. If I fail, then at least I can sleep at night knowing I tried.” Emelia reached out, her hand trembling, wishing to bridge the widening gap. “I want you to come with me. We can chase our dreams together!”

Carmen pulled her hand away, rose from her seat, and walked away without a word.

“Carmen? Carmen!” Emelia’s voice cracked with desperation. She stood, her eyes fixed on Carmen’s retreating figure. “Please come back!”

But Carmen kept walking, disappearing into the shadows of the night. The once unbreakable bond that held them together was now frayed, threatening to unravel completely. From that moment on, their friendship spiraled into a tragic dance of resentment, bitterness, and unspoken regrets.

Over time, their paths diverged. Emelia embarked on a relentless pursuit of her dreams in the music industry, her unwavering determination propelling her towards fame. Yet, amidst the glitz and glamor, a pang of longing tugged at her heart, reminding her of the friendship she had left behind. Meanwhile, in the confines of Idlewood, Carmen trudged through a monotonous existence, working at a bank and feeling trapped in a life that resembled a motionless statue. The weight of her own choices bore down on her, saturating her days with resentment and quashing any flicker of hope for progress.

On a stormy night, fate reunited the two in their hometown. Rain pounded against the windows as they stood on opposite ends of a bustling bar, their once unbreakable bond now fractured. Earlier that evening, Emelia had captivated the audience at the Idlewood Performing Arts Center with her powerful voice, leaving them in awe. Word of her talent quickly spread, reaching a few patrons in the bar who recognized her. Approaching her with excitement, they requested autographs and selfies, to which she graciously obliged, her radiant smile forging connections with her adoring fans.

Amid the clamor, Emelia almost missed Carmen’s arrival. But as their eyes met across the crowded room, a mix of surprise and trepidation flickered in her gaze. Carmen turned around and walked out the door.

She pushed her way through the throng of people, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached Carmen, her voice husky with emotion. “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here. How have you been?”

Carmen’s eyes, once warm and inviting, now held a coldness that mirrored the frozen wasteland of their friendship. “Does it matter? We’re strangers now.”

Emelia’s heart shattered at the stark truth in Carmen’s words. She reached out, desperately seeking a flicker of recognition in the eyes of her estranged best friend. “Carmen, I can’t apologize for pursuing my dreams. Music gives me life. I can’t deny who I am, and I shouldn’t have to.”

Carmen’s lips curled into a bitter smirk. “Oh, how noble of you, Mellie. Following your dreams while leaving a trail of broken hearts behind. Did you ever stop to think about what it meant for me? About what you meant to me?”

Emelia’s voice quivered with emotion, her words measured and resolute. “Of course, I thought about it. Every single day. But it’s not just me, it’s both of us. We should have supported and encouraged each other to pursue our passions. Instead, you let fear poison our friendship.”

“Fear? Is that what you think? I wasn’t afraid, Mellie. You abandoned me.” Carmen’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger and pain. “You soared while I faced my limitations.”

Emelia took a step closer, her voice filled with a mix of empathy and frustration. “I never intended for you to feel left behind. I wanted you to come with me, to share in the adventure. But you closed yourself off, shutting down any possibility of growth or change. You settled for a life that wasn’t truly fulfilling, and you blamed me for the choices you made.”

Carmen’s voice wavered, her eyes welling up with tears. “You just don’t understand. You were always the bold one who dared to take risks. But I’m not like you. I needed stability, security. I couldn’t just throw it all away for a dream.”

Emelia’s voice softened, a mixture of compassion and frustration lingering in her words. “I get it, Carmen. I understand that we’re different, that our paths diverged. But instead of celebrating our differences, you let resentment consume you. And I can’t bear the weight of your bitterness anymore.”

“So what now?” Carmen’s shoulders sagged, her voice barely a whisper. “What do we do?”

Emelia took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “We have to face the truth that we broke our friendship.” She blinked away the tears forming in her eyes. “We can’t change what’s been done. But you have to figure out why you’re so afraid to live your life, to embrace the possibilities that lie outside your comfort zone.”

“I don’t know if I can.” Carmen’s tears flowed freely now, mingling with the raindrops that fell. “I don’t know if I have the strength.”

Emelia’s voice, filled with a mix of sorrow and determination, carried through the storm. “You’re stronger than you think. You have the power to reclaim your life, to find your own path.” She took a step closer to Carmen. We can’t return to what we were until you face your fears and regrets. Maybe we never will.”

The silence hung heavily in the air, the weight of their shared history pressing upon them. Emelia took a step backward, her eyes fixed on Carmen’s. “I hope one day you find the courage to live a life that brings you true happiness.”

And with those parting words, Emelia turned away, leaving Carmen standing in the rain, tears mingling with the sorrow of a friendship lost to the unforgiving winds of time. As she walked away, the crowded bar seemed to fade into the background. She could feel the weight of Carmen’s gaze burning into her back, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. The storm outside matched the tempest within her heart, the raindrops mingling with her own tears.

Years later, Emelia stood on a stage, the bright lights illuminating her as she poured her heart into her music. The crowd roared in adoration, but a hollow ache consumed her. Even amid her success, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness for the friendship she had lost. Late nights of laughter and dreaming, now only memories. She whispered Carmen’s name into the night, carrying an unsaid apology. She longed to undo the mistakes that led to their estrangement.

But Emelia wasn’t the only one haunted by the memories of their fractured bond. Carmen, too, carried the weight of what had transpired. In the wake of their fallout, she had built walls around herself, barricading her heart from the pain and regret that gnawed at her soul. She watched from a distance as Emelia ascended to the heights of her dreams, bitterness and envy poisoning her thoughts.

Carmen grappled with the choices that had diverged their paths, their once-shared journey now a bittersweet memory. Emelia’s triumphs served as a poignant reflection of her own sacrifices and self-imposed limitations. A pang of longing pierced her heart as she observed the adoration Emelia effortlessly garnered, a love and support she had yearned for in her own life. Yet, amidst her feelings of envy, remorse crept into her soul. She recognized her own contribution to the fracture of their friendship, the moments she succumbed to fear and bitterness, unable to grasp the magnitude of Emelia’s aspirations.

More time passed, and the wounds of their shattered friendship remained etched in their hearts. Emelia continued to thrive in her music career, but the success tasted bittersweet without Carmen by her side. Carmen, trapped in the suffocating grip of resentment, watched from a distance, her heart heavy with regret.

One evening, Emelia’s song filled the airwaves, carrying the weight of their fractured bond and a yearning for reconciliation. Carmen felt an irresistible pull towards Emelia’s music, her determination faltering as she stood outside the concert venue. In her heart, conflicting emotions waged war—a lingering anger and an undeniable longing for the profound connection they once cherished. Gathering her courage, she took hesitant steps and crossed the threshold into the bustling venue, surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces. With unwavering resolve, Carmen purchased a ticket to Emelia’s concert, determined to find solace and, perhaps, rediscover the depth of their bond.

As Emelia’s performance soared to its crescendo, her eyes swept the crowd in a desperate search. And then, on the periphery, she caught sight of Carmen. There she stood, emotions brimming in her glistening eyes, a face she had thought lost forever. Her voice hung in the air as she stepped off the stage. She made her way through the crowd, her heart pounding, until she stood before Carmen. They locked eyes, and in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

Carmen’s trembling hand extended, finding solace in Emelia’s grasp. As their hands intertwined, their eyes met in a wordless understanding, sharing the weight of their pain and unspoken regrets.

In that embrace, forgiveness bloomed like a long-awaited spring. All the years of resentment, the distance between them, and the unforgivable deed that split them apart – it all became trivial. They stood, two broken souls, finding solace and redemption in the simple act of holding on. Despite the pain of past wounds and broken trust, they discovered the resilience of creating something entirely new.
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I chose the prompt to write a story about two friends who were once inseparable but now find themselves growing apart because it resonates deeply with my own experiences and emotions. Emelia and Carmen, the two friends at the center of the story, hold a special place in my heart. They were once like two halves of a whole, inseparable in their shared laughter, dreams, and adventures. Their bond was unbreakable, their friendship a beacon of light in a sometimes dark world. But as life unfolded and time moved forward, the dynamics between Emelia and Carmen began to shift. It’s a bittersweet tale of how circumstances, misunderstandings, and the inevitable changes that come with growing up can slowly create distance between even the closest of friends. Exploring their friendship, the feelings they confront and the obstacles they face let me explore the intricacies of human relationships and how change shapes our lives. Through their story, I wanted to show how life changes our relationships and highlight the strength of friendship.

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Reflections, Relationships, Writing Prompts

Inkrement #21 – A Playlist for the Love I Desire

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Writing Prompt: Create a playlist of songs that capture the essence of the relationship you desire. Write a reflection on each song, explaining why it resonates with your vision.
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“Knock You Down” by Keri Hilson, Ne-yo & Kanye West
 
Love has the power to knock us down, to make us feel vulnerable and exposed. It’s in those moments of raw emotion that true connection is forged. I crave a love that has the strength to touch my soul, to make me feel alive and understood. “Knock You Down” reminds me that the depth of emotions that love can evoke is what truly makes a relationship extraordinary.

But it’s not just about the intensity of emotions; it’s about resilience and support. Life is full of challenges, and relationships are no exception. The song reminds me that even in the face of adversity, love can be a beacon of strength, pushing us to rise above our struggles. I long for a partner who will stand by my side, offering unwavering support and encouragement as we navigate life’s ups and downs together. The idea that love can empower us to overcome obstacles and thrive is at the heart of the relationship I desire.

“Knock You Down” emphasizes the importance of mutual admiration. It’s not just about being infatuated with someone; it’s about truly seeing and appreciating them for who they are. I crave a love where there’s a profound respect for each other’s individuality and a genuine admiration for the qualities that make us unique. I want a partner who recognizes my strengths, lifts me up, and inspires me to become the best version of myself.

I think what I appreciate most about this song is its realistic portrayal of love. It acknowledges that relationships aren’t always smooth sailing. They have their share of challenges and complexities. But through it all, love remains a driving force, compelling us to keep going. I desire a love that is authentic, one that recognizes the imperfections and embraces the journey with all its ups and downs. Because it’s in the imperfect moments that we find the most beautiful and genuine connections.

“After All Is Said & Done” by Beyonce & Marc Nelson

When I listen to this song, I can’t help but feel this incredible connection to the lyrics. It’s like they were written specifically for the kind of love I yearn for. It delves into the depths of love, acknowledging that it’s not always a smooth ride. It captures the complexities and challenges that couples may face, which is so important to me. I believe that true love isn’t always easy, but it’s worth fighting for.

You see, this song embodies the essence of my ideal relationship. It acknowledges that there will be hardships, tears, and even moments where forgiveness seems impossible. But through it all, there’s an unwavering commitment to stand by each other. That’s the kind of love I desire – a love that’s strong enough to weather any storm that comes our way.

One of the lyrics that resonates deeply with me is when they sing, “I’ll never be afraid to say I need you.” It’s a beautiful expression of vulnerability and emotional openness, something I believe is crucial in a relationship. I want a love where I can be my authentic self and not be afraid to admit when I need my partner by my side. That level of trust and communication is what builds a strong foundation.

“You & I” – John Legend 

When I listen to “You and I,” it’s like John Legend reached into my soul and plucked out my deepest desires. This song speaks to the core of what I long for in a relationship. It’s all about that unbreakable bond. The kind that withstands the storms, the heartaches, and all the twists and turns life throws at you.

“You and I” celebrates the strength of love, the kind that makes you feel invincible. It’s like finding that person who becomes your rock, your sanctuary, and your safe haven. It’s that profound sense of devotion and support, the feeling that no matter what, they’ll always be there for you. That’s the kind of love I crave, the kind that builds you up and helps you conquer your fears.

But what I love most about this song is how it speaks to real-life experiences. It captures those moments that we’ve all longed for—the desire for a love that lasts, that stands the test of time. It’s like it’s saying, “Hey, love is worth fighting for, and it’s possible to find that deep connection with someone special.”

And you know what else? It reminds us that when life throws its curveballs, we don’t have to face them alone. “You and I” emphasizes the beauty of two individuals joining forces, standing shoulder to shoulder, and taking on life’s challenges as an unbreakable team. It’s that feeling of having a partner who has your back no matter what. A love that’s built on trust, understanding, and unity.

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I chose this writing prompt because music has always been a powerful way for me to express my emotions and desires. It’s like the lyrics and melodies have this uncanny ability to tap into the depths of my soul and bring my vision to life. I believe that songs can be like windows into the heart, reflecting our deepest longings and hopes.

The songs I listed doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of my love song playlist. But these songs in particular resonate with my vision of a relationship because they embody the raw emotions, the triumphs, and the complexities that come with love. They remind me that love is not always smooth sailing, but it’s the willingness to face the ups and downs together that truly defines a relationship. These songs capture the essence of the love I desire—a love that is passionate, enduring, and rooted in unwavering support. They are the soundtrack to my hopes and dreams, and they inspire me to keep believing in the power of love, even in the face of adversity.

The titles link to lyric videos on YouTube in case you want to take a listen.

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Inkrement #6

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Two months ago, I was experiencing the life of my dreams. I was engaged to a man who made it his mission in life to keep a smile on my face. My best friend and I were planning a girls’ weekend just for the two of us to relax, de-stress, and enjoy some much-needed quality time together. But that dream was shattered when I discovered that my fiancé and my best friend had a one-night stand behind my back and were plotting to hook up again. It was like a knife had been plunged into my heart, twisted it, then pulled it out to watch me bleed. It’s like I could literally feel myself shattering in the days that followed.

A betrayal of this magnitude is one of the most traumatic experiences I have ever had. It feels like I lost everything – my partner, my best friend, and the future I had imagined for myself. The pain has been overwhelming, and at times, it still feels like I have no way to process it.

But then, I re-discovered the power of creative writing. It was always a hobby of mine, but I lost my desire to pick up a pencil over the years. At first, I was hesitant to put my feelings down on paper. It felt too raw, too personal, and too damn painful. But then I realized that writing was the only way I could make sense of what had happened and process my emotions.

I started by writing in a journal, pouring out all my feelings. The rage, the hurt, the confusion, and the sadness. It was liberating to have a safe space where I could be completely honest and not worry about being judged or misunderstood. I found that the more I wrote, the more I was able to connect with my emotions and start to process them.

As I began to feel more comfortable with writing, I started experimenting with different forms of creative writing. I wrote poetry, a couple of spoken word pieces, and I finally began writing a novel I had in mind for years. I found that each form of writing allowed me to express myself in a different way, and I could explore different aspects of my pain and emotions.

One of the most incredible things about writing was that it has allowed me to process my pain through words. When I wrote, I was able to create a narrative that made sense of what happened and helped me find meaning in my pain. I found that writing gave me a sense of control over my emotions and attempt to make sense of what happened.

Writing also allowed me to reclaim my power. After the betrayal, I felt victimized, powerless, and helpless. But it gave me a way to take control of my story and turn it into something meaningful. It allowed me to explore my emotions, connect with my pain, and eventually find a way to heal.

I started therapy last month and talking to someone on a weekly basis has also been extremely helpful. But there’s something cathartic about putting pen to paper. Through it, I’ve started to process my pain, find hope in my trauma, and reclaim my power. It hasn’t been easy, and there are times when I want to give up. But each time I put pen to paper or fingers to the keyboard, I feel like I am taking back control of my life.

The benefits of creative writing on mental health and well-being are well documented. Studies show that writing can help reduce symptoms of depression and anxiety, improve mood, and increase self-awareness. But for me, it’s been an outlet – it’s been a lifeline.

If you are struggling with trauma or mental health issues, I really encourage you to try writing as a way to process your emotions. It’s scary as fuck to put your feelings down on paper or on a computer screen, but it can also be so liberating and empowering.

I will be referencing this particular experience throughout future blog entries. It’ll be bitter. It’ll be ugly. It’ll be redundant. But it’s why I’m doing this. To comprehend what occurred, come to terms with it, and move forward. If you made it through this rambling, I appreciate you. If you even choose to follow me, just a heads up of what’s in store.

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Inkrement #3

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“You your best thing.”

Toni Morrison – Beloved

Four simple words, but a power sentiment when you break it down. 

In case you’re not familiar with Toni Morrison’s works, Beloved is about a former slave named Sethe who is literally and emotionally haunted by memories of the daughter that she decided would be better off dead than taken into slavery to experience the same horrors she escaped. Years later, a mysterious young woman who calls herself Beloved shows up at her door, who Sethe believes is her daughter reincarnated. 

Heads up! Spoilers ahead if you haven’t read this captivating novel.

The book ends with Beloved disappearing after the neighborhood takes a stand to save Sethe from herself. Paul D comes to the home to find Sethe in bed, depressed and distraught over losing Beloved. She tells him that Beloved was her best thing. Paul D dismisses that statement and let her know “You your best thing, Sethe. You are.” 

Novel-wise, this is one of the most significant lines to be spoken. Sethe’s wrapped up her identity in her children. However, at the book’s conclusion, all the children have left the house. Her sons ran away, Denver found her independence, and Beloved has vanished. With those four simple words, Sethe realized she doesn’t have to be defined by her trauma. She deserves love and forgiveness, but she needs to offer herself the grace to accept it. Life transcends being a former slave and mother. Those four brief words empowered Sethe to live for herself from this point forward. 

This quote can also apply to our everyday lives. It serves as a reminder that it is okay to prioritize ourselves, to take care of ourselves, and to love ourselves so that we can continue being our own best things. It’s great to find love and bliss with our friends and family, but it is imperative to create our own happiness. Because once that relationship ends, whether by circumstances, choice, or force, you’ll only have yourself at the end of the day. 

Today, this quote holds more relevance to me. At this turning point in my life, I must strive to truly be myself. To know myself. To value myself for who I am and who I can become. We all should. 

What’s one of your favorite quotes? Please share in the comments where/who it’s from and why it’s memorable for you.

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Inkrement #1

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Sitting at my laptop to write this out, I feel a sense of vulnerability and fear. Sharing my personal story is not something that comes easily to me, but I know my journey may resonate with others who have experienced similar pain and trauma. I know that some of my relatives will not approve of me posting these entries and try to persuade me to delete this blog, claiming that it’s nobody’s business. But I have no shame in telling my story. My journey to heal from childhood and relationship trauma is new, but hope that my story can offer hope and encouragement to those who also struggle with similar issues while also showing that I’m not alone.

Growing up, I experienced verbal, emotional, and sometimes physical abuse from my mother. My father did his best to protect me, but his desire to keep the peace in the household outweighed my need to be spared from her toxicity. Words can hurt more than physical actions, and the constant belittling and criticism left deep wounds that still haven’t healed in my 30+ years of being on this earth. I learned to internalize the negative messages and believed that no matter what I did, it would never be good enough. This gradually led to a severe lack of self-esteem and confidence that followed me into adulthood.

I found myself in relationships/situation-ships that quickly turned emotionally abusive. The constant manipulation, gaslighting, and accusations of betrayal left me feeling helpless and alone. I felt trapped in a cycle of abuse, unable to break free from the toxic patterns that had taken hold.

It wasn’t until I recently hit rock bottom with depression that I knew I needed to make a change. I’ll talk about the catalyst for this in another entry. Earlier this month, I found an amazing therapist to begin the healing process. I’m only a few sessions in, but it’s already been a painful and emotional journey. However, with each session, I am being enlightened and understand the patterns of abuse and trauma that had affected me for so long.

I started journaling to express my emotions and work through the pain. I found solace in creative writing and discovered that I could turn my experiences into something beautiful. Crafting and DIY projects also became a way for me to express myself and find happiness in the little things.

Slowly but surely, I will rebuild my sense of self and rediscover my worth. I know this journey will not be easy and there will be setbacks. But over time, I will learn to recognize the signs of abuse and to set boundaries to protect myself from repeating these hurtful cycles. It will also help to be surrounded by friends and family who support me. And while the scars from my past will always be there, I have no desire to allow them to define and control me any longer.