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I Never Meant to Fall for You
I Never Meant to Fall for You BY: Ubaid I never meant to fall for you. That was the plan from the very beginning. When we first met, you were just another person passing through my life. It was a rainy afternoon at the small coffee shop near my office. I had stopped there only to escape the storm, hoping for a quiet corner where I could finish some work. You walked in a few minutes later, shaking the rain from your jacket and smiling at the barista like you had known her for years. There was something strangely warm about that smile—something that made the gray afternoon feel a little brighter. But I didn’t think much about it. You noticed the empty chair across from me and asked politely, “Is this seat taken?” I shook my head. “No, go ahead.” That was supposed to be the end of it. Two strangers sharing a table because the café was crowded. Nothing more. But somehow, conversations have a way of starting when you least expect them. It began with small talk. The weather. The long lines at the coffee counter. Complaints about traffic. The usual things strangers say to pass the time. Yet the minutes kept turning into hours. You had this way of listening—really listening. Not the kind where someone waits for their turn to talk, but the kind where they truly care about what you're saying. I realized I was telling you things I rarely shared with anyone. About my dreams that felt too big. About the mistakes I wished I could erase. About the quiet fear of not knowing where life was heading. And you didn’t judge me. You just nodded, occasionally smiling, occasionally offering a thought that felt surprisingly honest. When the rain finally stopped, we both looked outside like people waking from a dream. “Well,” you said softly, “I guess the storm’s over.” I smiled. “Yeah… I guess it is.” We walked out together, said goodbye, and went our separate ways. At least that’s what should have happened. But life, as I later learned, has a strange sense of humor. A few days later, I saw you again. This time at the bookstore down the street. You were standing in the same aisle I loved most—the one filled with old novels and forgotten stories. You looked just as surprised as I felt. “Rainy day friend,” you said with a laugh. From that moment on, it felt like the universe kept placing us in the same spaces. Coffee shops. Bookstores. Parks. Even the subway once. Eventually, those coincidences turned into plans. We started meeting on purpose. At first, I told myself it was just friendship. You were easy to talk to, easy to laugh with. Being around you felt comfortable in a way that didn’t require effort. But feelings are quiet things. They grow slowly, like a seed you don’t even realize has been planted. I noticed the little things first. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about your favorite movies. The way you always remembered small details about my life. The way silence between us never felt awkward. One night, we were sitting by the river, watching the city lights ripple across the water. You were telling a story, something funny about your childhood, but I wasn’t really listening anymore. I was watching you. And that was the moment it hit me. A quiet, undeniable realization. I had fallen for you. It wasn’t dramatic. No fireworks. No sudden rush of music like in the movies. Just a simple thought that settled gently in my chest. This person matters more than they should. And that terrified me. Because I never meant for it to happen. I had built my life carefully, protecting my heart from the kind of vulnerability that love demands. Falling for someone meant risking everything—your peace, your certainty, even your sense of control. But feelings don’t ask permission. They arrive quietly, take root, and grow. One evening, as we were walking home, you suddenly stopped. “Can I ask you something?” you said. “Sure.” You looked at me with an expression I had never seen before—serious, almost nervous. “Do you ever feel like some people come into your life for a reason?” I laughed softly. “That sounds like something from a movie.” “Maybe,” you said. “But I think it’s true.” There was a pause between us, filled with unspoken words. And then you said it. “Meeting you… it changed something in me.” My heart skipped. Because I knew exactly what you meant. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Finally, I smiled and said the only honest thing I could. “I never meant to fall for you.” You smiled back, the same warm smile from that rainy afternoon. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “Me neither.” But somehow, it was the best mistake we had ever made.
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Zenkner glassworks - Bohemia.
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The Love I Had to Leave Behind
I never imagined that loving someone could feel so right and yet be so impossible at the same time. BY: Ubaid When I first met Daniel, life felt simple. It was a rainy afternoon in a small café where the windows were fogged with steam and the smell of coffee filled the air. I had gone there to escape the chaos of my day, but instead, I found something I never expected—him. Daniel was sitting at the table beside mine, quietly reading a book. At some point, our eyes met, and he smiled in a way that felt warm and genuine, like we had already known each other for years. That was how it started. Our conversations began with small things—books, music, and the strange weather that never seemed to make up its mind. But slowly, those conversations turned into something deeper. We talked about dreams, fears, and the kind of future we both hoped to build one day. For the first time in my life, I felt understood. Daniel had a calmness about him that made the world feel less heavy. When I was with him, everything made sense. My worries faded, and the constant noise in my mind finally went quiet. Weeks turned into months, and somewhere between late-night phone calls and long walks through quiet streets, I realized something. I had fallen in love. But life rarely lets things stay perfect for long. One evening, as the sun was setting and the sky was painted in soft shades of orange and purple, Daniel told me something that changed everything. He had received a job offer in another country. It was the kind of opportunity people wait their whole lives for. A chance to build the career he had always dreamed of. A chance to start a new chapter. And yet, as he spoke about it, I could see the hesitation in his eyes. “I don’t want to leave you,” he said quietly. Those words stayed with me long after that conversation ended. The truth was, I wanted him to stay. Every part of me wanted to ask him to choose us instead of the opportunity waiting for him across the world. But love isn’t always about holding on. Sometimes, it’s about letting go. For days, I thought about what to say. I replayed every possible conversation in my head. I imagined the life we could have if he stayed, and the regret he might carry if he didn’t follow his dream. Eventually, I realized something difficult. If I truly loved him, I couldn’t be the reason he gave up his future. The night before his flight, we met at the same café where we had first seen each other. The rain was falling again, almost like the universe had decided to repeat the beginning of our story. We sat across from each other, surrounded by the familiar sounds of clinking cups and quiet conversations. Neither of us spoke for a while. Finally, Daniel looked at me and asked the question I had been dreading. “Should I stay?” My heart wanted to scream yes. But instead, I took a deep breath and smiled, even though it felt like my chest was breaking. “You should go,” I said softly. “You deserve the life you’ve been working for.” He stared at me for a moment, as if trying to understand how I could say those words so calmly. But the truth was, I wasn’t calm at all. Inside, I was saying goodbye to the person who had changed my life in ways I could never explain. Daniel reached across the table and held my hand. “I’ll never forget you,” he said. I didn’t reply right away. Instead, I held his hand a little tighter, memorizing the moment, knowing it wouldn’t last. The next morning, I watched him walk through the airport gate, disappearing into the crowd of travelers and distant destinations. And just like that, the love that had once filled my world became something I had to leave behind. Years have passed since that day. Life moved forward the way it always does. New experiences, new people, new chapters. But sometimes, on quiet evenings when the rain taps softly against the window, I think about that café and the boy with the gentle smile who once sat beside me. Some loves stay with us forever—not because they lasted, but because they changed us. Daniel was that kind of love for me. The love I had to leave behind.
By Ubaid 11 days ago in Chapters
I Chose Myself This Time
For years, I believed love meant sacrifice. BY: Khan Not the beautiful kind you see in movies, where two people give a little to meet in the middle. I believed love meant giving everything—even the parts of yourself you desperately needed to survive. I gave my time, my energy, my patience, and slowly, without realizing it, I gave away my voice. It didn’t happen all at once. At first, it was small things. Cancelling plans with friends because they didn’t like them. Changing my opinions so arguments wouldn’t start. Apologizing for things that weren’t really my fault. “Relationships require compromise,” I told myself. So I compromised. Again and again. Until one day I realized I had compromised so much that I could barely recognize the person staring back at me in the mirror. The strange part was that no single moment broke me. There wasn’t one dramatic fight or a single cruel sentence that ended everything. It was the quiet accumulation of moments. The times my feelings were dismissed with a shrug. The times my dreams were treated like childish fantasies. The times I felt completely alone even while sitting right beside them. Loneliness inside a relationship is a different kind of pain. It’s subtle. Confusing. You start wondering if maybe the problem is you. Maybe you’re too sensitive. Maybe you expect too much. Maybe you just need to try harder. So I tried harder. I loved more. I forgave faster. I stayed longer. But the harder I tried, the emptier I felt. One evening, after another exhausting argument that somehow ended with me apologizing again, I walked outside just to breathe. The air was cold and quiet, and the streetlights painted long shadows on the empty road. For the first time in a long while, everything was silent. No voices telling me I was wrong. No pressure to explain myself. No need to defend my feelings. Just me. And in that silence, a thought appeared—simple but powerful. What about you? I had spent so long thinking about how to fix the relationship that I had forgotten to ask a much more important question: Was I happy? The answer came immediately. No. Not sometimes. Not a little. Not “it could be worse.” Just no. Admitting that truth felt terrifying. Because once you admit it, you can’t pretend anymore. You can’t keep lying to yourself. That night I stayed outside for a long time, thinking about the person I used to be before everything became so complicated. I remembered the version of myself who laughed easily. Who had plans, dreams, and confidence. Who believed their feelings mattered. Somewhere along the way, that person had slowly faded. And suddenly I realized something painful but freeing at the same time: No one else had the responsibility to bring that person back. That was my job. The next morning, the decision still scared me. My heart raced and my hands shook as I spoke the words I had been avoiding for months. “I can’t keep doing this.” There were questions. Confusion. A few promises that things would change. But something inside me had already shifted. I had heard promises before. I had waited before. I had hoped before. This time was different. This time, I was listening to myself. Leaving wasn’t dramatic. There were no slammed doors or shouted goodbyes. Just a quiet ending to something that had slowly been breaking me. The days that followed were not easy. Doubt visited often. Some mornings I woke up wondering if I had made a mistake. But slowly, something else began to appear in the empty spaces that relationship left behind. Peace. I started reconnecting with friends I hadn’t seen in years. I began doing small things that once made me happy—reading late at night, walking without a destination, dreaming about the future again. Little by little, I felt something returning. Myself. I realized that choosing yourself doesn’t mean you never loved the other person. It simply means you finally love yourself enough to stop disappearing. And maybe that’s the hardest kind of courage there is—not staying, not fighting, not trying to fix something that keeps hurting you. But walking away with quiet strength and saying: “This time, I choose myself.”
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Play chess for peace, not war!
my beautiful wife, wife, Jme, the ubiquitous California hippie, tie dye wearing, feathers and bead, peace loving bell bottom and sandal clothed girl who grew up on free love and Grateful Dead , Jackson Brown rock and roll, has always told me that she doesn’t believe in war to solve problems, and that nations‘s leaders should sit down and play chess to solve their disputes, that the winner gets to win. No wars. Well, in my mind, that is a naïve example of dispute resolution and not realistic. I came from Africa, where I was born and raised, very conservative, whereas Jme was born in the San Francisco Bay Area, California and grew up during the 1960s . She’s mellowed me out a little, but not too much. I still think that world leaders can’t just sit down and play chess to resolve their National issues. But right now we have a president who is a master chess player and is playing a geopolitical game of chess on the world stage, for all of us to see. And like a master chess player, he makes his moves with a strategy 3, 4, 5 or more moves ahead of his current play, and all the world leaders are watching. His bold moves in Venezuela cuts out oil supplies to Cuba, a communist regime in our back yard, and also China, our biggest adversary Who relied on cheap discounted oil from Venzeula also For their energy needs. Making a move on Greenland to ensure we can protect the western hemisphere and North America from hostile nations such as Russia who has proven their lust for conquest And has been our enemy for 70 years. Then his attack on Iran who has been at war with America for 47 years and chants “death to America”. He has stopped their nuclear ambitions And also stopped China from getting cheap discounted oil from them. And in the process has put every hostile nation on notice that we are strong and won’t put up with their hostilities any longer. Like North Korea. Against the United States or any of our allied nations. But also put our friends on notice that they must pull their weight if they want our support. Like with NATO. Pay their dues. Like they are obligated to do. Every move president Trump does has a ripple effect all over the world, and it is making the world a safer place. Peace through strength.Russia, who has been attacking Ukraine mercilessly for 4 years and hasn’t had much success, and China, who has just been itching to invade Taiwan, are watching very closely to what Trump is doing and achieving, and are being put on notice that we won’t be an easy opponent for their hostile ambitions. So really, he is playing chess, on the world stage, and is winning. I guess Jme, the peace loving hippie, has been right all along.
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