The place we used to hangout Pic of me was taken by him For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesn’t begin at all. ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood I agree with that statement. As of now, I'm feeling it too, starting to love someone since the first time he told me that Norwegian Wood is his favorite Beatles song. The more I discover about him, the more my affection grows. His manner of speaking, his thoughts, the way he treats me, his talents, style, hair, laughter, soft snores, voice, dreams, taste in music, choice of books, idols, art—every facet of him captivates my heart. Have you ever felt such a strong liking for someone that your chest hurts? That's how I feel about him. I don't know how to describe it, but my feelings are undeniable. But, on the one hand, there's a fear lingering within. Some say beauty fades quickly, and I worry about the possibility of him slipping away one ...
Welcome! Now you can see what's inside my mind. Writing will always be my self-defense, my medium. When the tongue can't form words, I find solace and joy in putting thoughts into writing, crafting a sanctuary where emotions dance on the pages. I believe that words have the ability to connect, inspire, and heal. So, welcome to the gallery of my mind, where every word is a stroke of the brush in the masterpiece of life.