A Handful of Wildflowers & Gentle Words

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In this busy, sleepless whirlwind of exams, hospital shifts, and mountains of anatomy notes, I sometimes forget to breathe — but then you, my dearest friends, remind me to do just that.

Jamara, my sweet wildflower boy, your words in Beacon of Light brought tears to my eyes. To know that my poetry and my silly scribbled thoughts helped you see the world’s beauty again is something I’ll carry with me forever. You are the gentlest soul — your tribute to me was like a soft blanket on a cold night. You called me a beacon, but in truth, you are a sunbeam breaking through the storm.

Zoi-san, your caring words under my tired ramblings on my bulletin warmed me more than any cup of tea could. “Hey… don’t worry, everything will be fixed one day, please do the best for yourself. If you need anything, we are here for ya…” — these simple words were a reminder that I’m never alone, no matter how heavy my eyelids or my thoughts get.

To all of you — Jamara, Zoi-san, and everyone else who lifts me up when I feel like collapsing — thank you. I love you more than you could ever guess. Thank you for staying, for believing in me, for telling me to eat, sleep, breathe, and not disappear into my textbooks completely.

Even though we don’t share the same room or city or country, your words reach me deeper than any medicine ever could. They heal the tired parts of my soul.

So, here’s my promise: I’ll keep studying, I’ll keep dreaming, but I’ll also keep resting, laughing, and loving this little circle of wildflowers I’ve found here. You are my family in words and spirit.

Thank you for being my gentle lanterns in the long nights — I hope I can be the same for you.

With all my love💛,

Onnaya 🌙✨