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Revelation
A drive, an evolution, an innovation. For me, it is a reason to change. I've recently found myself enjoying a series called "Queen of Tears" it's something I do, watching a random series to take my mind off of things for a while. For this particular series, it helped me remember things, it helped me remember how I am, to my girlfriend now. It directly speaks out to me, a couple who lost their touch and grew cold to each other, learning their way back into lost love. It speaks out to me the most because I feel like i have been watching my old self, always loving, caring, charismatic and always noticing the little things about her. I understand now.
To you, you know who you are. I'm coming back for you. For eveything. Allow me to love you once again, and I'll give you a truly happy ending.
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Pieces
Lost in time, hopefully creating balance, change into the new world, or to a person. We live, in this space of everything, we lose ourselves the more we get attached and in touch with our surroundings. We lose more of ourselves to serve the people around us, slowly, we lose more of our own, what we are, who we are, what makes us. Nonetheless, we are hopeless human beings, constantly in love and needing that love, that person in order to make everything seem and look better.
Sometimes, in a relationship, you would feel lost, not yourself, and that is something, I believe you should think about carefully. Are you the person who would be yourself forever, or are you the person who would give up their own happiness for the sake of others. I believe you have a reason for that, a reason to give, a reason to keep. Personally, both are good but still, in the end, you will lose something.
You can regret your decisions, just make sure, you'll make better ones in the future.
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I'm so excited to announce that I will be taking a brand new turn with my webtoon! CTC will now be a fantasy romance! ⚔️💖
"I was trapped in a tower for 200 years by my wicked mother, only to be saved by the assassin sent to kill the Dark Lord- but he doesn't know it's me!?"
I know this change may be too sudden for most of my readers, especially after 4 hard years working on CTC, but I know you guys will love the new direction! 💖
Stay tuned for chapter 1- “That handsome daring sexy rogue is here to kill ME!?”
[Read CTC]
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I took it upon myself to realize
That perhaps we were never truly acquainted with each other
We only knew and met each other's love
Each other's melting warmth when we touch hands
To myself, realizing that my actions and words brought only pain and false promises fills me with guilt and hate towards myself. I did no want to allow myself to breathe for a second less as continuing to learn that my own admiration and love has grown into a monster into which, cannot be comprehended.
And to you, truly, remarkably, I apologize, I do not wish to see you hurting anymore. I have only brought distaste to my family and to my own name by thinking my love would be the best and suited well for you. I cannot think of any other lover but you alone. But I realize that perhaps I may be not to you. I love you truly and the best I have and I have no doubt that I may be one of the few whom have truly loved you for who you are. Though, my love is spiteful and through that, I hurt you.
More than anyone could.
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As I desperately try to fall asleep, I see my brother's face lit up from the laptop. His eyes are seemingly focused on the screen. Constantly, there's a faint sadness in his eyes and every once in a while, he wipes his face or blows his nose from the collar of his orange shirt.
I could hear the vibrations of his phone through the cabinet, he could barely touch or use his phone because the screen was already broken. He stuffed his phone under old shirts inside the cabinet. It ranged for a while, then it stopped.
I was drifting on and on about what was happening on his mind, as his head tilted forwards oddly to the laptop. He kept on pressing on his lips as if he was trying not to cry. I know this feeling, this was the feeling that we didn't want our mother to know.
We were already poor and could barely afford anything, our father put all his work on us. Now we just have to put up with this until he graduates from his master's degree. He's old, stubborn and arrogant. My mother isn't a great one either, she let's him pass his work onto us as well. For this, I have anger hidden and bottled up inside against them.
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