Words i didn’t say out loud

Dear Jasmin ⚘, I can't believe my next post is still about you. After a few years, our paths crossed again. I never thought I’d get even the slightest glimpse, yet today life decided to surprise me in its own quiet way. I’ve been carrying this silent hope for so long, wishing that one day, somehow, our paths would meet once more. And today, it happened. Not in the way I imagined, not in the way I kept replaying in my head, but still, it happened. I saw you. Your car, I mean. For a second, my heart leaped. I thought it was finally the moment I’ve been waiting for. The chance to see you, even just from a distance. But it wasn’t. It was only your car, a trace of your presence without you in it. I stood there wondering, what if I had just waited a little longer? What if I stayed, patiently, and maybe, just maybe, you would appear? Even a glimpse would have been enough for me. Because sometimes, that’s all the heart needs, a reminder that what it longs for is still somewhere close...

Dear Jasmin ⚘, Like the flower that carries your name, you have a presence both gentle and unforgettable. ___ We were never close, not in the way people usually are. Most of the time it was only me, watching quietly from a distance, carrying a kind of admiration I could never put into words. And yet even from afar, you have a way of filling the silence, of making the world feel a little softer, a little more beautiful. There is a guarded air, perhaps shaped by storms, but behind it I believe there is a sweetness untouched. It is the little things that matter most. A fleeting glimpse, a passing moment, even the smallest trace left behind. To others it might mean nothing, but to me it is enough to brighten a day. After years of silence, life somehow allowed us to cross paths again, even if only through the small windows of social media. And for that, I am grateful. I do not hope for closeness, nor do I expect anything more. Just knowing that your presence exists once again in my world al...

This is my twenty .  Twenty years behind, a lifetime ahead. starting here, with words. The year where I stop apologising for who I am, the year I carry my past without letting it weigh me down, and the year I embrace the person I have grown into. ___ I used to be the kind of person who could walk into any room and walk out with a new friend. My laughter was loud, my words never seemed to run out, and silence was something I barely knew. Wherever I went, I carried a kind of lightness that made me feel like I could belong anywhere. But then, life happened. One thing, one turning point, was enough to change the way I saw the world and the way the world saw me. And suddenly, I was no longer that girl. Now I am quieter with people I do not know, careful with my words, and slower to adapt to new surroundings. It took me three long semesters to find my place in diploma life and even then, it never felt like slipping into old skin. It felt like growing into someone completely new. I have l...