To the one who welcomed me with the warmest greeting few months ago, you know I wouldn't be here without you. Your "welcome home, Abang." will always be my favorite. So thank you, for everything. You will always be my little Adik. :)
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Autumn always teaches us how to let go gently. And this space has been my quiet corner for a while, filled with warmth and fragments of who I was. To each one of you, thank you for walking with me through the seasons— so long, to everything that once bloomed.
You say I’m everywhere inside you, Sebastien. But maybe that’s because you never learned how to breathe without me. I didn’t mean to stay this long, yet somehow I did. I lingered in the cracks, in the noise beneath your silence. In the places you thought I’d never reach.
You think I’m the reason you’re alive. But the truth is crueler. You’ve kept me alive, too, in every trembling part of you that still remembers my name. And maybe that’s what love really is. Not devotion, not healing, just two bodies keeping each other awake through the ruin.
There’s something about the way his name echoes in silence. Like a promise I never asked for, yet stayed anyway. The kind of quiet that ruins me and I’d still be thankful for it.
I said when I stay still, I can feel you everywhere inside me, as if you're the only reason who keeping me alive. Through my trembling hands, in the noise beneath my silence, inside my broken ribs and rotten body, you're everywhere.
I didn’t come to fix you. I came to sit beside the wreckage. To press my hand against the trembling and call it alive. I came to listen to the noise beneath your silence. That small, disobedient pulse that still believes in morning. Maybe love is, the act of not looking away.