liy dearest.

i thought about you. and your words. your thoughts. and speech. they have haunting effects on my silly little heart. still.

everytime i tried to shut it down. the pain echoes, the yearning lingers. yet i have no such answer. or the answer is simply right before us. i would not know even if i have seen it. therefore i am completely devoid of logics when i told you that love will find you. mend you. and recuperate you.

but i believe in it.
though i cannot reason it.

isnt that what you called trust.

liy.

dont hurt yourself. if a stranger like me could care this much about you, then you must have realised what a wonderful person you are. it took me only seconds to realise. and several years down the road, you are still very precious. very rare. dont loose yourself.

even if you go crazy and talk to a box, you are still lovable. if you go paranoid and demanding, you are still lovable. even when you get mundane and shallow, you still radiate warmth. i bet it would be heaven to get to grow old with you.

dont let anyone make you feel otherwise.

liy.

people can hurt you. just as much as they can love you. let it come.
and let it go. dont stop living. dont stop loving. dont stop trusting.

dont wake up in pieces.
you are most beautiful as a whole.

trust me.
nobody can take that away
from you.

liy dearest.

should you hear this way too frequent. should you think all these are nonsensical. should you find any of these words offensive. i sincerely apologise. and waste no further of your time.

but if any is worth hearing. then, do keep them close.

have a good day.