Sunday

HAZE TO YAN: You know when you walk into that place and you feel calm as if nothing scares you? Your tears fall but you know everything is okay because you are in a beautiful place. You are safe. You are happy. I want to be that place for you.
It seems that we are both tangled up in this complicated fate. Back then, I already knew that life was falling apart. I am pretty much convinced that being tough was the only way to survive and so I built up walls instead of bridges. When I met you, or rather, when you found me, you gave me a reason to hold on to a chance... that maybe if I just learn to think of holding instead of continuously hanging till I'm tired, life would be easier. For you, I am so much more than a broken part of a bicycle that needed fixing. For me, you are something I cannot let go.

6 comments:

  1. I'll build some ladders to help cross the walls. There are many kinds of strength, Haze. 'That which yields is not always weak", after all!

    I love this person for giving you another reason to hold on, to look around for a ledge to rest on and think about ways of climbing out.

    You are amazing, and I love you <3

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  2. you are someone that fills lives of people with happiness and hopes
    I love you.
    <3

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  3. haze you have once again articulated what my
    heart feels- i want to be that safe place for
    someone.

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It feels like my heart has been bewitched by you and is keeping track of time on it's own.