It’s amusing, really, how I find myself laughing as I sit outside, listening to the rain and feeling the breeze. There was no rain in the forecast, yet now the world outside mirrors the storm within me. I’ve always cherished the scent of grass after a shower—my mother used to say that without the rain, we’d miss the beauty that follows. It makes me wonder if the universe is whispering to me. I’m someone who believes in signs, searching for divine or spiritual guidance. I often ponder if I haven’t fully embraced my own grief and now need to, like the rain, allowing myself to flow through sadness in order to bloom once more
People always ask why it had to be you, out of everyone. And the truth is, I think I always knew. It sounds crazy, right? How you can meet someone and just feel it, but it was a soul connection. The way our eyes locked every time I moved, the way your hand felt on my body—you knew me, and I knew you.
A boy lost—no, you hated that word—a man lost, searching for his place in the world. Every time you thought you’d found it, disappointment met you instead, even in me. I get it. We were two souls, trying to understand each other’s hearts, but we couldn’t—or maybe we didn’t want to. We just wanted each other, without truly listening, without truly loving.
Yet, even knowing all this, I still feel you around me. Your presence echoes in every corner of my world, and I know mine does the same for you. A connection like ours doesn't end; it lingers, haunting and holy, a bond beyond time.
Oh, my ladybug, what can I say about her? She is someone who was born to love, and deserves it in return. I've watched her over the years, blossoming into the most radiant woman, yet I wish she could see herself through my eyes—how beautiful she truly is. I pray that she finds the love she’s always deserved, not from the boys who dimmed her light or made her view the world through shadows.
There are moments when she still sees the world with wonder, and when she remembers who she is, her light shines so brilliantly. It’s in those moments she reminds me why I’m so drawn to her. Even in her darkest hours, there's a flicker of hope within her, a quiet wish for someone to come and save her. But, oh, how I long for her to see the truth—that she has the power to save herself, and that anyone worthy of her will be drawn to her strength, not her fragility.
She’s stood by me through my own darkness, through the storms I’ve faced. And though we haven’t always seen eye to eye, she’s someone I love deeply, in all her complexity and beauty. Oh, my ladybug.
People always ask why it had to be you, out of everyone. And the truth is, I think I always knew. It sounds crazy, right? How you can meet someone and just feel it, but it was a soul connection. The way our eyes locked every time I moved, the way your hand felt on my body—you knew me, and I knew you.
A boy lost—no, you hated that word—a man lost, searching for his place in the world. Every time you thought you’d found it, disappointment met you instead, even in me. I get it. We were two souls, trying to understand each other’s hearts, but we couldn’t—or maybe we didn’t want to. We just wanted each other, without truly listening, without truly loving.
Yet, even knowing all this, I still feel you around me. Your presence echoes in every corner of my world, and I know mine does the same for you. A connection like ours doesn't end; it lingers, haunting and holy, a bond beyond time.