With One Hand Pressed to My Heart, I Have Loved You Quietly.

“The Sorrow, the Grace, the Humor”

Your eyes were a silent cry despite the smile on your lips. You held a smile, even as you fell apart like a wineglass in slow motion. In that quiet sorrow, I saw your heart kneeling in prayer. You bleed, yes, but you still carry the devil so gracefully.

I, however, speak to him like we’re both in on a joke, while sipping on a chilled glass of orange juice, as my little sister casually munches on ice cubes.

 

“Companionship Without Ownership”

Love is not a rescue mission.
Saving is ego’s way of pretending it’s a lifeguard,
because it sees someone as broken.

We may bend, my darling,
but we never break.

Saving is ego.
Seeing is loving without editing.

One believes,
"You're incomplete without me."
The other whispers,
"You are not alone, my friend."

One is a cage
dressed as care.

The other is an altar that says,
"Whether you come or go, your freedom remains."

13th April 2025, 3:15 in the early morning

“Some Things Lose Their Magic When Explained”

Love, they said, would make words 

pour out like rain.

Instead, I just close my eyes,
and sigh your name like it's a prayer.

Before you, I wrote to explore my emotions.
Now, I write because you’ve turned them
into a beautiful mystery.

 

"And I thought… would I do the same?"

I’ve seen enough Thai series
to start my own fan club,
but this one made me
hit pause and feel something.

He waited a hundred years,
but what he longed for wasn’t her face,
her voice, or the way she moved.

No.
He longed for the soul that once felt like home,
and the wordless way she made everything feel okay.

His soul recognized hers,
what therapy calls unconscious familiarity,
regardless of the form she wore:
a man’s body.

This is the secret to love that most never understand.

You do not need to question the warmth that flows through you with each sip of coffee. It simply is.

Love, in the same way, cannot be dissected like a frog in a science class.