A Story That Ends Where It Begin

I’m learning Thai for love,
so my brain is a hostage, and my heart is the kidnapper.

Love didn’t just change my mind,
it hacked my entire operating system.

When my brain starts working again,
I’ll be composing heartbreak ballads,
but swearing like a taxi driver in rush hour.

Who’s in charge here—
Cupid, a drunk screenwriter, or my horoscope?

The answer was in the first line all along.

Thai: A Script My Heart Already Reads

Learning Thai because my dear friend from high school and I are plotting a Thailand adventure—just in case she pulls a disappearing act in Bangkok and I wake up on a boat with a guy named Uncle Pong. At the very least, I’d like to know whether I’m being sold or adopted. 🤣

Welp, no hiding it—we’re just two fools considering crossing borders for love. This will either be the most romantic thing we ever do or the most delusional. No in-between. ✈️

 

Love is both delightful and dangerous.
Both reckless and wise.

Love is a paradox.
It does not follow logic—
it destroys logic.

It is sweet as honey.
Yet it burns like fire.

It makes you lose yourself...
Only to find yourself anew.