I prepared so many New Year greetings for you. I wrote them carefully, line by line, choosing words that sounded light, safe enough to hide how deep they came from. Some were gentle. Some were playful. Some carried love quietly, hoping you would read between the lines. But none of them were sent. And when midnight came, I smiled at my screen like everything was fine. I laughed. I acted calm and ignorant. I pretended I was not waiting for your name to appear. In truth, I was a

I don’t really know how to start this, So I’ll just be honest. There is a part of me that really wants to be close to you. To be seen. To be loved. To be understood without having to explain too much. But there is also a bigger part of me that is terrified. I have a soft heart. Too soft, I think. And because of that, I built cold walls around it, not to keep love away, But to keep myself from breaking again. Sometimes I wish you would come looking for me. That you would notic

I don’t know how to explain this without sounding lost, because I am. I don’t know why I think of you, love you. I don’t know when I fell. I don’t even know how my heart quietly chose you without asking my permission. All I know is this: Something in me opened when you arrived. And that has never happened before. I can talk to you. Really talk. Not just words, but the thoughts I usually hide, the feelings I don’t know how to name, the quiet corners of my heart that have al

I’ve kept this feeling quiet, folded neatly where no one can see. Not because it isn’t real— But because it is too real to risk breaking in the open. There are days when all I want is you; to hug you, to feel your presence close, to rest my heart where it feels safe. Nothing dramatic. Just you. Just a moment with you. But fear stands between us, silent and heavy. I am afraid that rejection is the only answer waiting for me. Afraid that if I reach for you, I will lose even the

I’m choosing to walk away—not because I stopped loving, But because I finally started loving myself. I was there, fully present, yet somehow invisible. My words floated without landing, my feelings passed without pause. I gave my heart in a language only the gentle speak. I showed up in quiet ways, in patience, in understanding, in effort that never asked to be counted. Yet you never truly saw me. And yes, I understand now, I learned how lonely it feels, to be next to someon

My Dear Friend, I just wish I weren’t feeling this alone— that somewhere, quietly, you feel it too. That maybe, in the stillness between our talks, you think of me as I think of you. I wish I were the first name that crossed your mind when you woke, the one you’d text when your heart feels heavy, the voice you’d long to hear when the night turns too quiet. I wish I were the reason you stay up till three, waiting for a message that never comes. I wish I weren’t just “someone c

It started quietly. Like a song I didn’t mean to hear, but somehow it got stuck in my head — You got stuck in my head. You’re not even my type. I told myself that a thousand times, as if saying it enough would keep me safe. But there’s something about you — a tone in your voice, the way you look at people when you’re listening, The familiar energy that shouldn’t affect me but does. And now here I am, caught between denial and desire, feeling things I never planned to feel. I

My Dear Stranger, Feelings scare me. They arrived uninvited, like shadows at the edge of my heart;  pulling me into places I promised myself never to return. They messed me up. They distract me from the calm I've worked so hard to build. They are a distraction. They blur the lines I've drawn; They break the walls I've built. They make me weak and exposed. They make me vulnerable in ways I swore I would never be again. Even the tiniest spark of emotion already felt too much. a

As long as we can see the same sky, breathe the same air, step on the same planet, then you and I are not impossible. ST.1994 My Dear 1994, I feel you closer than ever now. Not as a thought, not as a wish, but as a quiet certainty resting in my chest. Sometimes I catch myself wondering who you are. What kind of life do you have? Whether your silence feels like mine. Whether, somewhere out there, You are also pausing in the middle of ordinary days, feeling something you can’t

My 1994, I think I fell in love with a city long before I understood why. There is something about Melbourne that feels familiar to my soul. The sky there captivates me, calms me. The air feels like it remembers me, even when I have never been close enough to touch it. But importantly, this familiar feeling, that there's a person that I've been waiting to meet. Someone that my soul recognizes yet never sees. It came to me late— this realization. One quiet night, looking at o

LOVE ATTACK One magical moment in life. when love accidentally breaks in and shows itself; directly; into the most private room inside our hearts. Uninvited. Vie. 14.08.2021 It happened without permission. A quiet afternoon, nothing extraordinary planned— just light passing by, mind elsewhere, heart guarded. Then the sun leaned closer, slipped through the window like it knew the way, broke itself into colors on my wall— a small, sacred rainbow, temporary, precise, intentional

My 1994, Sometimes I sit quietly and think about how strange, how tender life can be. How two lives can move through time and distance, completely unaware of each other, yet somehow already intertwined. They told me you are my soulmate. My twin, they said. And I never quite understood what I was seeing or feeling. I feel like I've known you before. You are much younger than I, yet your soul feels older. As if you arrived later in time, but earlier in wisdom. I’ve walked long

My 1994, I don’t know why this year carries weight in my chest like a quiet prayer I never learned how to say out loud. 1994 doesn’t shout. It whispers. And somehow, my soul listens. There is something sacred about it—not in the way memories are loud, But in the way breath is holy simply because it exists. 1994 feels like the moment the universe paused, smiled softly, and decided to place you somewhere on this planet without telling me where. I couldn’t explain it then. I sti