A favorite place....

Do you know how many times I’ve wished to take you to all of my favorite places—the quiet little restaurants where I found comfort not only in food but in the warmth of being able to breathe freely; the parks where I used to run away from the weight of the world, where every bench felt like a friend silently holding my exhaustion; the hidden corners, the hangout spots I returned to again and again, not because I had company, but because there I found the kind of peace that feels like a soft embrace, the kind I could never ask from anyone else. I dream of showing them all to you, because if I did, you would not only see the surface of me, the version everyone else knows, but the entirety of who I am—the scars I keep hidden, the memories that shaped me, and the simple joys that kept me alive when I thought I had nothing left. But how could I possibly do that, when the very moment my eyes meet yours, all my courage collapses? As soon as I look at you, it feels as though the ground beneath me crumbles, and every word I’ve prepared to say scatters like ashes in the wind. Inside me, there’s a storm of things I want to tell you—confessions of how I admire you, how I love you in ways I can’t contain—yet before I can even try, my heart begins to race so violently, faster than any moment of my life. It’s not just nervousness. No, it’s something greater, something heavier—it’s love, raw and unspoken, a love that both strengthens me and weakens me all at once. And still, fear chains me. I am afraid to take a step closer, afraid to begin even the smallest conversation. Afraid to ask you the simplest things, like: What song do you hold close to your heart? Which movie has broken you so many times you cried endlessly, yet still returned to, as if the pain was worth it? Questions so small, yet they feel like mountains I cannot climb. And so here I remain, a prisoner of distance, watching you from afar as if you were the sunset itself—beautiful, serene, breathtaking, but always beyond reach. Because that’s what you are to me: a horizon I can never walk to, a light I can never hold. Every glance at you feels like a goodbye I never had the courage to say, an unfinished story left untold. And maybe that’s the saddest part of all—loving someone so deeply that you build whole worlds in your imagination with them, yet in reality, you never even get the chance to ask them what makes them laugh, or what makes them cry. So I stand here, quietly, holding a love that burns and aches, knowing it may never reach you, but praying that somehow, someday, the wind will carry even a fragment of my heart to yours.