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Just wanting to write this… not busy today, just reading proposals and making the most of the rest of the day. This came to mind — feeling a little romantic today.
          
          Dear my future partner,
          
          Wherever you are, I hope you’re living honestly and listening to your own quiet knowing.
          I’ve learned that love doesn’t rush. It grows in patience, in presence, in noticing the little things that make someone feel seen.
          
          By the time we meet, I hope I’ve become someone who feels like home, not perfection.
          Someone who understands the pauses, carries warmth, and notices the quiet sparks that make life feel electric.
          
          Until then, I’m not waiting. I’m living, trusting, and leaving space for something real.
          And if our paths cross sooner than I expect, I hope you recognize the quiet spark that’s been waiting for someone like you.
          
          Merry Christmas, baby.
          
          Lovingly yours,
          Your future wife

Three days until I’m home again, where it all began.
          Christmas with my grandparents this year.
          I miss my parents, but the heart remembers how to celebrate in its own way.
          
          I’ve learned that love doesn’t disappear, it changes form, teaches patience, and waits quietly.
          Life feels full as it is. And if one day I meet someone who understands the pauses, listens between the lines, and feels like home, I believe some things arrive exactly when they’re meant to.

A quiet day, a quiet thought…
          
          May I borrow a small moment of your attention,
          not to disturb your peace, just to make you smile.
          
          The kind of chaos that laughs softly,
          shows up unexpectedly, and leaves things better than it found them.
          
          The kind you choose.

As Christmas approaches, it has a way of revealing quiet wishes.
          
          If you had one this season…What would it be?
          
          Some things are worth listening for.
          Especially happiness.

Weekend routine at the gym.
          This song came on and suddenly everything felt lighter.
          
          “You had to make your own sunshine… but now the sky is opalite.”

          If you had to be honest with yourself…
          What do you fear the most?
          And what does your heart want the most?
          
          Just something I found myself thinking about today after a busy schedule.

Starting the day hoping for just enough chaos to keep it fun… Letting my inner child run wild a bit today. Tomorrow, it’s back to work, wrangling the oldies and the hard-headed, who knows which version of me will show up ;)… maybe the boring, strict one, or maybe a bit more mischievous than usual.
          
          Sometimes I wonder what the oldies make of me..

Still thinking about that awkward coffee moment… I’m beginning to wonder if the universe has a sense of humour. Haha!

Guess who I ran into today…
          
          There I was, tucked in the corner of my favorite café early in the morning, nursing my usual coffee and pretending to read something profound, glasses on. Everything was calm… until fate decided to drop by.
          
          Someone suddenly asked,
          “Is this seat taken?”
          
          I looked up… and for a moment, I completely froze.
          
          It was someone I knew from college, yes, that person. My ultimate crush back then. The reason I used to drag myself out of bed at 5:30 just to make it to a 7 AM class.
          
          Back then, I was the nerdy, quiet type, the “before glow-up” version of myself.
          Honestly, I didn’t think they’d even remember me.
          
          But there was a smile… a re-introduction…
          and when I said my name, they remembered me.
          
          Actually remembered.
          Plot twist of the year.
          What a tiny world.
          
          And then… the moment that made my heart skip a beat: they handed me their number. Without me even asking.
          
          Is it fate?
          Is it destiny?
          Or just the universe having a little fun with me?
          
          Because just when I thought the moment couldn’t get any more perfect…I found out they’re not exactly available.
          
          And me?
          I suddenly turned back into my old awkward, nervous self, overthinking every word, unsure how to keep the conversation going.
          
          Funny thing is…
          I’m never like this in the boardroom.
          
          Is it because…?
          (Well, you can probably guess.)

          Heading to London soon for the holidays.
          I’m craving quiet walks, soft lights,
          and the comfort of my grandparents’ stories.
          
          There’s something about that city familiar, yet always hiding something between its shadows.
          
          This time, I’m going not just to rest…
          But to breathe, to think, and to finally listen to what my heart has been trying to say.
          
          Maybe somewhere in the cold air or the early morning fog, I’ll find the answer to why one presence keeps lingering in my mind even from miles away.