About

There are moments when the word 'love' feels exceptionally small. I often find myself hesitating for a long time, whispering your name to myself, not knowing which sentence could possibly capture this rising emotion. While all the time in the world races forward, my clock always seems to break when I stand before you. A fleeting eye contact feels as long as eternity, and a passing warmth becomes so vivid it feels as if it will stay for a lifetime. I have finally realized that letting someone fully into my heart means filling all my seasons with thoughts of you. When flowers bloom, I want to walk with you; when it rains, I pray your shoulders don't get wet. I want to watch over you on paths where autumn leaves fall, and on days when white snow descends, I want to be the first to warmly wrap my hands around yours. I hope a single, clumsy piece of sincerity reaches you rather than any flowery modifiers. Just the fact that your existence has settled into my life makes my existence brilliant enough.