What Would They Call My Story?

Published by

Bob Lynn

14/02/2026

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1–2 minutes

If someone wrote my biography,
what title would they choose for me?
The One Who Almost Spoke Her Mind?
The Girl Who Left Her Dreams Behind?

Or maybe something bolder still –
She Climbed Each Mountain, Conquered Every Hill,
though truth be told, most days I’m just
a person made of hope and rust.

Perhaps they’d call it Work in Progress,
Unfinished Chapters, Beautiful Mess,
or How She Learned to Love the Fall –
because I’ve stumbled through it all.

But here’s the thing on Valentine’s:
your story’s tangled up with mine.
So maybe what they’d write instead
is Two Imperfect Souls Who Wed,

or Love Letters Written in the Dark,
How Two Lost People Found Their Spark,
The Tale of Us, Against All Odds –
a story blessed by all the gods.

Because alone, I’m just a draft,
a half-told joke, an unfinished laugh.
But loving you completes the line
that makes this messy life of mine

worth reading, worth the broken parts,
worth every chapter, every start.
So here’s my title, clear and true:
The Story Where I Found You.

Tags: Biography, dailyprompt, dailyprompt-1848, Destiny, Poetry, Romance, Valentines

4 responses to “What Would They Call My Story?”

georgi.kisyov

14/02/2026

This is absolutely beautiful. The way you play with possible titles feels so honest and human — “Work in Progress” and “Beautiful Mess” made me smile because they feel so real.
But that final turn… “The Story Where I Found You.” That line carries so much warmth. It doesn’t erase the rust, the falls, or the unfinished chapters — it simply says love gave them meaning.
There’s something very powerful about admitting we’re drafts in progress and still choosing each other anyway. This feels tender, self-aware, and deeply romantic without being overdone.
A story worth reading, indeed.

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1. Bob Lynn
  
  14/02/2026
  
  Thank you, Georgi. It is reassuring to know that the idea of being a “Work in Progress” felt true to you; I think most of us feel more like a collection of scribbled notes than a polished hardback. You highlighted exactly what I hoped to convey: love does not sand down our rough edges or delete the mistakes, it just frames them in a better light. It is a relief to drop the pretence of perfection and admit that being a draft is enough, provided you have the right company. I appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts.
  
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Celina

15/02/2026

Each word and line of yours actually has marked a score on my heart ! I’ve truly fallen short or words and expressions of what this piece has spoken to me this day. I found myself drifting through the “draft”, looking at the “beautiful mess” – the complementing of two “unfinished pieces” and gazing at the “work in progress” in awe because it’s all beyond beautiful !

Peace to you Bob ! ❤️

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1. Bob Lynn
  
  15/02/2026
  
  Celina, to hear that this poem found a home in your thoughts is a gift I will cherish. There is a kind of magic in putting feelings onto a page and having a stranger recognise them as their own. Thank you for such a generous sentiment; it encourages me to keep writing.
  
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