There are moments when I simply gaze at the first rays of sunlight, realizing that no matter how bright the world becomes, my heart carries emotions I have yet to express. They remain oblivious, while I cannot stop caring.
The early morning sun gently filters through the leaves, casting a soft golden glow upon the earth. I take slow steps along a familiar path, breathing in the crisp freshness of a new day—yet my heart still lingers on a distant presence.
I love them with all the quiet tenderness of my youth—gently, silently, without a name to call it. Each time I wait for a message, each time I see their smile, my heart quivers in the smallest way. And still, I tell myself: “As long as they’re happy, I will be okay.”
But the more I try to convince myself, the more I find that I am losing myself in a love without response. As if offering up the most beautiful parts of my youth, only for them never to turn back and see.
I once thought, “Unrequited love is the most beautiful kind.”
Now I understand: Beautiful, yet filled with longing. Beautiful, yet so lonely.
And perhaps, the time has come…
Not to forget, but to gently let go.
Not because I have stopped loving, but because I must learn to love myself a little more.
Morning has come, and everything begins anew—perhaps the heart should do the same, shouldn’t it? Let me know if you’d like any refinements!
Ngày -Tháng- Năm 