🍁 Last Autumn, Little Butterfly 🦋

      At first, I saw him just like anyone else simply a friend to share thoughts about the world with. Our introduction was ordinary, but his small gestures kept me longing for his presence, leaving me anticipating his texts every day. Over time, that hope turned into an obsession, gripping my heart so tightly that I couldn’t let go. I embraced every trait and habit of his with sincere, unconditional love. Doubt turned into trust. The high walls I had built for so long slowly crumbled into an exhaustion I actually wanted to show him ”a vulnerability I finally felt ready to share. Even so, I held back, trying hard not to fall too deep. Yet the more I resisted, the deeper I fell for the beauty of who he is. Last year, my capacity to love was completely drained. I was exhausted tired of meeting new people, tired of the talking stage, and tired of constantly gauging whether someone was right for me. Simply put, I was done with the weariness called "love." I reached a poin...

​ Sometimes I think that if people knew our real story, they probably wouldn’t believe it. Honestly, sometimes I don’t believe it either. It’s actually kind of a funny story. At that time, doubt and certainty existed at the very same time. How could two people from completely different world's. n0 n0… I mean, different countries—end up together like this? Who would have thought that two strangers from different countries would one day become each other’s home? Sometimes I still find it hard to believe, and honestly, it still makes me smile~ 🔽 The way we met, the way we got to know each other— it was all so simple. So ordinary. At first, we were even indifferent to one another. We never imagined that one simple conversation would become the beginning of something so meaningful. But somehow, it felt as if the universe quietly became a magnet, gently pulling our hearts closer together. Before we even realized it, we had begun to understand each other, care for each other, and si...

In a quiet city, There is a woman kept breathing— though her steps were wrapped in hesitation. Not because she couldn’t leave, but because fear had learned how to stay. Time circled her gently yet endlessly, days repeating— dreams waiting— life moving—without truly moving. At night, she would ask the dark, “Is this all I am meant to be?” She longed to go. To open the world with her own hands. But fear spoke softly— of failure, of loneliness, of what might happen if she tried. And still, what makes she hurt most was remaining where she could no longer grow . One day, a quiet truth found her : not the world was holding her back. But it was her fear a sking to be seen— So one morning, with courage still trembling— she chose to step forward. She left what had once felt familiar and carried with her dreams she had hidden even from herself. The beginning was always not easy. Yet each breath felt lighter— as if her soul finally yeahh I had room. In that new space, she met herself again. Slowl...