I shouldn't have to audition for the role I already got.
Fresh today · Friday, 10 July
New Wishes
A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up — copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.
He says he loves me — and then describes someone who isn't me.
Wishing his daydreams looked a little more like the woman he came home to.
I'm tired of measuring myself against a girl who lives only in his feed.
He keeps wishing — and I keep shrinking to fit the gap.
Wishing I could trust the way he looks at me when no one's watching.
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Browse by occasion
What are we writing today?
Cabinets sorted by occasion. Open one — pages are arranged by warmth, not algorithm.
- Anniversary
- Baby
- Belated
- Best
- Birthday
- Boy
- Boyfriend
- Christian
- Christmas
- Congratulation
- Diwali
- Easter
- Eid Mubarak
- Engagement
- Farewell
- Fathers Day
- Friendship
- Funny
- Get Well
- Girl
- Girlfriend
- Good Morning
- Good Night
- Graduation
- Hanukkah
- Heart Touching
- Holiday
- Invitation
- Job
- Love
- Miss You
- Mothers Day
- New Year
- Recovery
- Retirement
- Romantic
- Thank You
- Thanksgiving
- Wedding
- Well
- Women's Day
- Sympathy
- Valentine's Day
- Halloween
- Veterans Day
More from today
Some silences in this relationship sound like comparisons.
I wonder if love means staying or finally believing I'm not the runner-up.
Wishing the version of me he chose was also the version he wants.
He says "I love you" like an apology for what I'm not.
Wishing this feeling would prove itself wrong tomorrow.
I won't keep performing for a love that wants someone else's choreography.
Wishing he'd choose me out loud — not just by default.
It's lonely being adored conditionally.
I keep waiting for him to mean it about me, not about whatever girl I almost am.
Wishing the doubt would either confirm itself or finally let me go.
Some wishes are mine; some are his; some I can't tell apart anymore.
I shouldn't have to keep proving I'm worth not replacing.
Wishing love didn't feel like an open browser tab he forgets to close.
He looks at me kindly — but kindly isn't the same as exclusively.
Wishing the woman he wants and the woman he has would finally match.
I'm not other girls. I never agreed to be.
Wishing I had the courage to ask him what he actually wishes for.
Maybe the wish I should be making is for someone who isn't busy wishing.
Happy birthday to the boy who makes ordinary weeks feel rigged in my favor.