The Heart Behind BlushTales

I became BlushTales long before I ever typed the name.It started with the way my emotions live at the surface of my skin... How I blush at the slightest thing: kindness, attention, embarrassment, a random compliment, even a memory that sneaks up on me when no one is looking. My heart has always spoken louder than my voice, and sometimes it announces itself through the warmth on my cheeks. My emotions sit so close to my skin that even my silence carries colour. And then there's writing... The one soft thing I’ve always held onto. I love it deeply, but story writing has never been easy for me. Stories feel like puzzles my mind needs too much time to solve. I’m a spoken word writer, a poet, a songwriter. Those ones flow from me naturally, like they’ve been waiting in my chest. But stories? They make me pause, think, rearrange, rethink, start again… almost like they’re asking for a version of me that takes longer to arrive. My thoughts don’t rush; they take the long road. Ideas don’t come in sparks; they come like slow sunsets… gradually, tenderly, quietly. Sometimes it frustrates me. I hate how long it takes me to process things, how much time I need to understand, to think, to arrange my mind into something that makes sense. I’m a slow learner too. The kind who needs time. The kind whose brain moves through the world at its own delicate pace. Even in conversations, I often go back later to re-arrange everything... what was said, what I heard, what I missed. My mind is constantly thinking, constantly noisy, constantly replaying moments like I'm trying to understand the world a little better each time. In class, I write everything down... even the unnecessary details. Mainly because forgetting is easy for me. Names slip. Little facts fly away. Tiny things disappear.But here’s the strange, beautiful part: The things that matter stay forever. A feeling.A moment.A friend’s laughter.A kindness someone didn’t realize meant so much.A memory that holds warmth.An opinion or impression that touched my heart. Those things never leave me. I hold them for years. I treasure friendships deeply... maybe more deeply than people know. Even when distance comes in like a thief, even when time stretches thin, I remember the closeness, the softness, the honesty I once shared with someone. I remember everything that ever felt genuine. That’s why I am BlushTales.Because my life is made of gentle stories; slow, thoughtful, emotional ones. Stories that take time to arrive but stay once they do. Stories born from a heart that feels too much, thinks too deeply, and blushes too easily. I may move slowly, but I move sincerely.And every tale I tell carries a piece of that truth; soft, honest, and quietly unforgettable.

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