There are moments when love doesn’t break you loudly — it breaks you in silence, in bus windows, in the space between two people who can’t seem to meet in the middle. Today I asked her a question I’ve been too afraid to voice for months: “What are we?” Not lovers, I knew that. » Continue Reading
She said just friends, and something inside me cracked quietly, like ice melting under a winter moon. I walked ahead so she wouldn’t see me swallow the tears, » Continue Reading
The world was on fire long before she left, but somehow it burned differently with her in it— warmer, gentler, almost like hope. Now it’s just flame again, and I’m the one standing in the ashes, wondering why it st » Continue Reading
There are days when her absence feels louder than any sound— as if every corner of my life still remembers her even though she’s no longer here. She slips into my thoughts the moment I wake up, and she lingers long after I close my eyes at night. » Continue Reading
The world was burning long before I met you. But somehow, when you walked in, the fire stopped feeling like destruction and started feeling like warmth. It’s strange, isn’t it— the way desire turns rational people into wanderers, » Continue Reading
Zhenyi… even if you never see me beside you in the way I hope, I want you to know this: I’ve made my peace with it. Truly. Loving you has never felt like something I needed to win — it’s something that simply » Continue Reading
You always tell me when I’m wrong, Though I’ve known it all along. Still, I circle back to you — Again, again… just wasting time, Or maybe trying to feel alive. You whisper t » Continue Reading
Zhenyi, my April wildflower, sometimes I think the earth must have loved you first — how else could it shape someone with a soul as gentle as a spring morning? Your name lingers in my thoughts the way sunlight lingers on river water. Zhenyi — the precious, genuine one, the girl with a heart so true it feels hand-stitched from honesty. There’s something rare in you, something quietly steadfast, lik... » Continue Reading
Zhenyi, my April-born wildflower, you came into my life the way spring slips into the countryside — quietly at first, soft as morning dew on clover, and then all at once, everything began to bloom. You, with your green-loving heart, » Continue Reading
There’s a quiet kind of love that blooms far from the noise of the world — somewhere between the tall grass and the soft hum of evening crickets. A love that doesn’t shout, doesn’t rush, doesn’t demand. It simply » Continue Reading
There’s a type of love that doesn’t walk through the front door — it slips in quietly, on soft feet, like a confession whispered at the wrong hour. It’s the kind of love that feels like falling: in and out, up and down, » Continue Reading
You pull me close, you push me far, Yet still I stay, exactly where you are. In secret storms and quiet nights, I fall for you through wrongs and rights. A ta » Continue Reading