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