𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒 Can we go back to the time when we were still blooming and in love?

('' i  want    to    talk,    but    silence     might    be    the     firm     choice    between    our     silence. I want to try to fix it, cure it, give it what you want.. but, I can't, no words want to come out of my tongue. Exactly on August 20, 2005, we blossomed with love that enlivened the atmosphere of our sweet relationship, now.. nothing, sweet relationship? I don't know what it is. This feeling feels stifled, like a fire that is lit but hard to extinguish, there is no way to let out this feeling. ㅤ✱ 
                                  ( ✿ ｡) You prefer to leave without  
                       words and indifferent ─── I am here also
              just silent and can't do anything.. this is the only right 
                                 way, goodbye, my sweet love.

─── The story we won't tell... We craft spaces, plans, and feelings, only to see them crumble in reality

it's like, it's useless to recognize each other if the world tells us differently than what we want, isn't it useless our beautiful dreams that we have imagined? of course, it's very useless. our plans are like the sand castle we have built, it will look magnificent on the beach, but the waves hit the castle and it is destroyed. two years and change, sounds very strange, doesn't it? The apartment was just a small dream that wasn't strong enough to withstand reality. The apartment was already standing quietly, like it was waiting for us to start a new step but... doesn't that sound impossible? I originally thought we were writing a sweet story in the storybook of our lives, oh.. it turns out I was wrong... hopefully time heals this feeling.   ✱

˚  ↑ ۫. 𝅄 𐚁‌ . . 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 comes to me a beauty that makes me alive to dare to give a little story to myself maybe people consider it as a term to show off but I really want to share my beautiful life story, but there is painful

𓇥₊ ˚ 𓈒 ◌ 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 that made me brave enough to tell the story to many people and it made me calm and comfortable, honestly, I was very happy to be given support like that.

| "𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 and judge"
| "Sometimes it's scary, but it feels so good"
| "sometimes i wonder, why didn't i realize this solution"
| "𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢 down little by little.



ㅤ Wide awake waiting for autumn slipped this summer, crossed and never ever to-be remembered. (    𐀔. Truthful Heart—)

✻. they said summer was released extremely beautifully that no oculus could ever look away, nevertheless that remains merely “so they say” o’ likewise a phantasmagoria too forbidden to touch. For in truth summer was born lookalike a fleeting amour that lingers unbearably long—leaving traces too deep to be named as one’s own. For nothing was truly mine to begin with, solely borrowed not owned... merely possessed. But nevermind since you’re nevermine.