White Hey you, the architect of logic in a world of chaos, whose presence stitched the fabric of my days with threads of sense and sweetness. In the bustling hum of office life, where business plans unfurled like maps, you navigated the tides of responsibility while holding family close, a lighthouse guiding through foggy evenings. I think of the laughter that danced between our conversations, each moment a note in a melody that only we could hear, as you balanced the weight of duties with the lightness of a smile. A steady hand, a loyal heart, you wove the mundane into something remarkable. And now, in your absence, the silence echoes louder, reminding me of all the unsaid, the words caught in the nets of my throat, the courage washed away like sandcastles when the waves of fear come in. I miss you, not merely for the time we shared, but for the tapestry of trust you stitched with every passing moment. So here I stand, a mere whisper on the breeze, the pulse of longing beating beneath a hesitant heart, searching for the courage to reach beyond the distance and say what remains unspoken and deep. Hey you, wherever you are, know you are missed with a depth that words can’t cover. ©My Loquacious World

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White A great husband is not one, who fixes all your problems, but one who stands by your side as you face them together ©My Loquacious World

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"In the journey of life, many people will come and go, but the one who will love you with all your flaws, will be your true companion" ©My Loquacious World

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Four people I lived for, in the end No one came to offer a shoulder to lean on" ©My Loquacious World

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Four souls who dwelled within my mind, A lifetime's thoughts, a heart entwined. I searched for them, through joy and strife, But on my final breath, they cut their life. No shoulder offered, no gentle hand, To guide me through the dark and final land. I thought our bonds would forever stand, But in my darkest hour, they vanished in the sand. Their absence cut, like a winter's chill, A sorrow deep, a heart that's still. I wept for love, for friendship true, But they, who once were dear, were nowhere to be found, anew. And so I lay, alone and grey, My final thoughts, a sorrowful sway. For those who mattered most, were absent from my sight, Leaving me to face the darkness, of that endless night. ©My Loquacious World

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New Year 2024-25 Other than resolutions this time, I stand before the mirror, not with the weight of expectations but with the lightness of possibility. Each breath whispers the chance to be more than I was before, to weave kindness into my days, to gather moments like petals, fragile yet vibrant, each one a reminder of the beauty in being here, being now. I promise to listen more, to the laughter in a stranger’s voice, to the silence in a friend’s eye. To let understanding bloom, like wildflowers in the cracks of concrete, teaching me resilience in their softness. I will carve space for dreams, to shape them into something tangible, to hold them like lanterns in my hands, guiding me through the shadowed paths where doubt tries to linger. This year will not be marked by crossed-off lists or unmet quotas, but by the gentle pulse of growth, a steady beat of compassion, the joy of shifting perspectives, and a heart that learns to soar while staying rooted in gratitude. So here’s my promise, not to seek perfection, but to honor my journey, to embrace the messy, and in every stumble, to rise, a little wiser, a little kinder, a better version, of me. ©My Loquacious World

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