It's not about how you may see the world differently. because this world is already the hell. A place that I really want to escape— I couldn't think if this is deserve to be named a place? well, everything is fucked up.

Love is one big illusion, a beautiful lie wrapped on warmth that fades the moment you reach for it. It teaches you to dream, only to wake you on ruins, In the end, all that remains is the echo of promises thay were never meant to be kept and a heart that learned too late that forever was never real...

I thought love was all about butterflies, but I realized it's not like that. Like the stories I write, the protagonists go through a lot of struggles. love is not just sparkles and fireworks, it's grit and perseverance. I want to tell him how I feel, let him know I'm waiting, like a warm home waiting for him to come back, a safe haven where love resides.