“Some Things Lose Their Magic When Explained”
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.
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