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Everything. My memory may abandon its post, but his seems to keep a meticulous archive of me. He remembers my period schedule, the friends I’ve mentioned (even the ones I haven’t), right down to the exact number of mutuals I have. He knows me like his favorite subject of study.
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I have every intention of becoming my finest self in this outrageously vast world. There are horizons to come through, doors to knock upon, and an indecent number of dreams awaiting my arrival. Heaven help me, for I have places to be and a whole life to make a spectacle of.
Introduced him to Legally Blonde, and the man gave Elle Woods a 4.5. A splendid verdict, if you ask me, and another promising step in his transformation into the girly pop we all know he was destined to become! Just a few more steps, and he’ll be ready to join the sisterhood.
God, how I wish I could throw open the windows and let the whole world hear me sing about the lucky of feeling this way. To wake each morning with a renewed desire to become someone I can be proud of; to finish my work before the deadlines knock, nourish my body, and so on.
God, if there is one thing I could ask of You, let him see what I see in him. Let him know that he is a precious part of this world, and that there is still so much beauty waiting for him to discover. May life be gentle to remind him of all the good he deserves to experience.
Today, we went to different malls in matching grey shirts and ordered Chagee, as one does. It was his first time trying it, and he ended up ranking it above Molly Tea! I’m so happy I get to share the things I love with him and watch him find a place for them in his own world too.
Always have a soft spot for slow-burn love, where neither confession nor certainty comes first, and every small gesture becomes a language of its own. Nothing too obvious, just two people learning to read between the lines.
There is something sacred about being loved without a word, even when the emptiness within you remains. To be seen, to be understood, to be held in someone’s gaze as they recognise every flaw and every good you have ever brought into this world.
A piece of me knows peace before it is ever touched, because I have always been made of it myself. Like a river that knows its own ebb, I have learned the language of my tides; returning, receding, and finding my way back to where I am meant to be.
