Ghosted Stories

First-person tales of love, loss, and silence. Listen. Breathe. Let go.

  • Doorway to My Own Becoming

    The night the world split, a door would not open and the air pressed in like a hand over my mouth. I wore his borrowed sweater, hunted for his footsteps in silence, and wrote a letter in his voice, not to forgive, but to find self I had lost.

  • When the Phone Goes Silent: A Woman’s Quiet Reclamation

    The phone that won’t ring is a weapon you notice only when it pins you to the floor. The screen glows with accusation; the borrowed sweater smells of rain and maps a future you can’t redraw. His absence skews the glass, and the night learns your name.

  • When Silence Breaks, a Heart Chooses Real Love

    Tonight the world stalls as the phone stays silent and the door won’t budge, a dare I can’t fully bear. Silence fills the room, but I still hear our Sundays – the borrowed scent, the kitchen light, the map of a future we drew together. I learn to choose truth over longing.

  • When Zombieing Returns, I Choose My Timing and Finding Me

    That night the world stopped, and the kitchen light hung pale as a question. Nine months passed with doors kept closed, a memory that wouldn’t quite leave. When the ghost of us returned, I chose my timing—and discovered a life beyond the hinge.

  • How I Reclaimed My Heart After Ghosting

    Silence roared through my kitchen as a door refused to open and a sentient room remembered every argument. I learned to shelve the borrowed sweater, to answer with grace, and to walk away with a heart that still knew how to glow in the dark.

  • Echoes of a Love Lost

    The waves crashed against the shore, the salty air heavy with unspoken words. A moment froze time, changing everything in an instant. Silence echoed louder than waves, a bittersweet symphony of loss and liberation.