
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. – Aristotle

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. – Aristotle

Admiring you from afar is like staring at the stars; beautiful to look at, yet too hard to reach.

Sometimes, I think my heart breaks without telling me
Like it’s trying to feel something it once did before
Though, if I allow myself to give in to its longing
I’ll go and break it even more





Given this heart…
only to stare at strangers,
thinking that for a life’s blink,
that stranger could have been you.
Your heart is like a dream. Once I awaken, everything disappears.
We played and played. Dad, at your service, what game shall we play next? You couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you…that afternoon, together.