NURISH HARDEFTY

By Nurish Hardefty  She sits by the window, a soul torn in two, Rain whispers secrets the heart once knew. Tears trace paths down her weary face, In silence, she mourns love’s empty embrace. The city weeps with her in a soft, gray hue, Each drop a mirror, reflecting what’s true. Yet in her chest, a faint ember glows, A quiet resolve the storm cannot close. Her trembling hand wipes tears away, As she whispers to herself, “I’ll find my way.” For though the pain feels endless, deep, Hope stirs gently where shadows sleep. By the window, she learns to mend, To be her own strength, her truest friend. The rain may fall, the heart may ache, But healing blooms in each step she’ll take.

By Nurish Hardefty  For years, her heart has held its flame, A quiet devotion, without a name. She loves him still, though time moves on, A melody played long after it’s gone. Her lips stay sealed, her pain concealed, The wounds of longing never healed. For how could she claim what isn’t hers? A fleeting dream, a love that blurs. She watches him walk to paths unknown, Accepting his freedom, though she's alone. For love, she knows, is not to bind, But to let him seek what he must find. Her heart aches softly, yet doesn’t rebel, She whispers goodbye in a silent farewell. For though he is gone, her love remains, A tender solace amidst the pains. In the quiet corners of her soul, She carries him still, a part of her whole. Loving from afar, with no demand, Letting go with an open hand.

By Nurish Hardefty  Three years more have passed, a journey my own, A path of strength where seeds were sown. Alone, yet never truly apart, With the whispers of growth deep in my heart. The bench bears witness, the sunset glows, In solitude’s quiet, resilience grows. Each fallen leaf a story told, Of battles fought, of courage bold. No hand to hold, yet I’ve found my way, Through shadows of night to light of day. A single soul, yet not forlorn, For in this stillness, I am reborn. Three years of peace, of learning to be, A woman of strength, wild and free. Congratulations, whispered by the breeze, A love for myself, a heart at peace.

When a man comes back after hurting a woman long ago, it can be for various reasons. Here are some possibilities: 1. Regret and Guilt He may have realized the extent of the hurt he caused and wants to make amends or seek forgiveness to alleviate his guilt. 2. Nostalgia Time often softens bad memories. He might remember the good times and feel drawn back to the connection they once shared. 3. Changed Perspective People grow and change. He might have gained maturity or experienced life events that made him appreciate what he lost. 4. Loneliness or Unresolved Feelings He could be feeling lonely or realizing that his feelings for the woman were deeper than he acknowledged at the time. 5. Ego or Convenience Sometimes, it’s not about love but about wanting familiarity, attention, or closure on his terms. 6. Testing Boundaries Some people return to see if they still have a place in someone’s life, often without considering the emotional consequences. It's important to consider...

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The Circle of Love By Nurish Hardefty  In the warmth of a serene morning light, A mother cradles her daughter tight, Their world painted in tender smiles, Love flows endlessly, across the miles. Time turns, the story unfolds, Now the daughter, with care untold, Tends to her mother, once her shield, Love returned in every touch revealed. Life is a circle, love has no end, From cradle to twilight, it transcends, An eternal lesson of love’s embrace, Nurturing souls, leaving no trace. We learn from these moments shared, That true love is always prepared, In an embrace, in a caring glance, Life finds meaning, love takes its stance.