Leah Paluca

Leah Paluca 🇵🇭🇺🇸
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Sometimes loving someone you can’t have teaches you what love really is— not a possession, not a promise you can forc...
09/17/2026

Sometimes loving someone you can’t have
teaches you what love really is—

not a possession,
not a promise you can force,
but a truth you feel even when it hurts,

love as patience,
love as restraint,
love as the courage to want their happiness
more than your own wanting.

09/17/2026

What a life.

Honestly—no, it doesn’t just vanish. You learn to carry it. You let yourself accept that this is how it is, and someh...
09/16/2026

Honestly—no, it doesn’t just vanish.

You learn to carry it.
You let yourself accept that this is how it is,
and somehow, slowly,
it becomes lighter.

One day the “what if” turns into a “what was.”
The sting doesn’t disappear—
but it starts to mean something else,
like proof that you survived the chapter
and made it to the next page.

You’ll hold the memories that still prick you,
but you won’t be trapped in them.
You’ll grow toward someone—
or something—
who feels like return,
who meets you where you are,
who doesn’t make you live in the past,
but in the possibility of tomorrow.

Because healing isn’t erasing.
It’s not forgetting.

**Healing is changing.**
It’s acceptance—
not as surrender,
but as a quiet decision to live again.

I love you— not by knowing, not by time, not by where, but by the quiet fact of it.I love you plainly: no complicatio...
09/15/2026

I love you—
not by knowing, not by time, not by where,
but by the quiet fact of it.

I love you plainly:
no complications to untangle,
no pride to carry.

I love you because there is no other path—
only this closeness,
this simple “yes” that arrives.

So near—
let your hand fall on my chest;
let it be my hand there too,
listening with touch.

So close—
when you close your eyes,
let the world grow still,
and let love be the only sound left.

You'll Leave With NothingWe chase more—money, status, praise.Life reminds us:we came with nothing,we'll leave the same.A...
09/14/2026

You'll Leave With Nothing

We chase more—
money, status, praise.
Life reminds us:
we came with nothing,
we'll leave the same.

All between
is borrowed time.

So love deep.
Stay present.
Take the chance.
Speak the truth.
Forgive.
Make the memory.

One day,
the worries fade.
The moments
are what remain.

Life is short.
Make it count. ⏳❤️

My journey with self-loveis still so new,because I've lived a lifetimefluent in self-hate,a language I learnedbefore I c...
09/13/2026

My journey with self-love
is still so new,
because I've lived a lifetime
fluent in self-hate,
a language I learned
before I could even choose it—
starting in childhood.

Now there's a voice inside my head,
a virtual parent
who never quite leaves,
whispering that I'm not good enough,
that I'll never get it right,
scolding me
long after the real voices went silent.

I think so many of us
carry that same echo—
inherited from a generation
that didn't know
how to speak gently,
Gen X, Baby Boomers,
parents shaped by their own unspoken wounds.

I've tried to practice self-love,
reached for it with both hands,
only to feel myself
snap back to the old patterns,
like a rubber band
pulled too far, too fast.

But here's what I'm learning:
that snapping back
doesn't mean I failed.
It means I'm human,
unlearning something
that took years to build.

So I keep going.
I keep choosing myself
again, and again, and again—
not because it's easy,
but because I'm worth
the repetition,
worth the practice,
worth the time it takes
to finally believe
what should have been true
all along.

That voice in my head
doesn't get to win.
Not anymore.
I am rewriting it,
one act of self-love
at a time,
and every single attempt—
even the ones that feel like failure—
is proof
that I haven't given up
on myself.

And neither should you.

This isn't just my story.
It's a wound so many of us
are learning to heal,
together. 🙏
Keep going. You're doing better
than you think.

I don't chase revenge—that's not who I am.But some quiet part of mestill wishes they could feeleven a fractionof what th...
09/12/2026

I don't chase revenge—
that's not who I am.
But some quiet part of me
still wishes they could feel
even a fraction
of what they left me carrying.

And still,
I can't stop forgiving,
can't stop trying to forget,
even when forgetting
feels impossible.

So I sit here,
hurting twice over—
once from what they did,
and once from hating myself
for not knowing how
to simply let it go.

But maybe letting go
isn't a single moment,
it's a hundred small ones,
a slow unclenching
of a fist I didn't know
I was still making.

Maybe forgiving them
was never really for them at all—
maybe it was the first step
toward forgiving myself,
for staying soft
in a world that tried to harden me.

I am allowed to heal
slower than I'd like.
I am allowed to still be working
on letting go.
And one day,
this heaviness I carry
will feel lighter—
not because they deserved my peace,
but because I finally decided
to give it to myself.

Knowing our time here is limitedis exactly what makes each moment beautiful.If we were meant to live forever,maybe we'd ...
09/11/2026

Knowing our time here is limited
is exactly what makes each moment beautiful.

If we were meant to live forever,
maybe we'd stop noticing the sunsets,
stop cherishing the small conversations,
stop holding on tightly to the people we love.

It's the ending that gives meaning to the middle.
It's the impermanence
that teaches us how to truly see.

If there's no laughter hiding inside the hard days,no small joy tucked between the struggle,then maybe you're carrying i...
09/10/2026

If there's no laughter hiding inside the hard days,
no small joy tucked between the struggle,
then maybe you're carrying it wrong.

The weight doesn't have to swallow the light.
Find the fun in the falling,
the humor in the mess —
because struggle without joy
is just suffering with no relief.

People say relationships are only exciting in the beginning, that the spark fades over time. But real love isn't that sh...
09/09/2026

People say relationships are only exciting in the beginning, that the spark fades over time. But real love isn't that shallow.

Yes, the beginning feels magical—new, exciting, effortless. But real love is so much more than that. It's not meant to stay in the honeymoon phase forever.

Real relationships go through hard days, misunderstandings, exhaustion, and moments where you feel completely out of sync. But that's exactly where you see who truly chooses to stay—not because it's convenient, but because they genuinely love you.

Love isn't about avoiding challenges; it's about facing them together instead of walking away when things get hard. If your mindset is "leave when it's no longer fun," no relationship will survive—no matter who you're with.

Real love isn't measured by how happy you are at the start, but by how much you're willing to fight for it as time goes on. It's about growing together, understanding each other's flaws and triggers, and choosing to repair things instead of giving up.

The joy of the beginning is temporary. But the deeper happiness built through struggle—that's what's real.

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