Lull | SIN

cold like morning dew, yet always followed by a warmth that slips through the trees, painting the world in a soft, golden hush. there's a quiet kind of love in moments like that. tender, patient, unspoken, but impossible to ignore.

that's the feeling i chase in every line.
a love that arrives gently, settles slowly, and lingers the way morning light rests on skin.

no grand stories, no loud declarations. just two souls finding each other in the softest corners of the morning.

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and.. if you've found your way to this page, let me say it clearly: welcom ♡

think of this as my diary, left half-open on purpose.
its ink still warm, its words a little shy, but honest in the way only dawn can be.

this is my small, quiet world.
a place where love is gentle, where hearts meet in whispers, and every breath carries a touch of warmth.

i don't offer summaries. only the feeling of two souls drifting closer, again and again, in the soft light of a morning that refuses to let them go.

so read slowly.. feel everything.. let the warmth stay with you long after the page ends.

-Tjiens.