May 16 , 2025, 11.11 AM CET
There are moments when the weight inside us becomes too much to carry alone, and all we can do is pour it out — not necessarily to someone, but to the universe itself. This is one of those moments for me.
I miss my home.
I miss my mom. I want to hold the baby. See him through my eyes. Hold him in my arms.
I want to go home as soon as possible - to hold him, to see everyone, to just be. I hope I can go soon.
Lately, I’ve been feeling incredibly vulnerable. And yet, somewhere within, I still carry hope. A belief. That somehow, everything is aligning - especially after the trip. When I last saw him, things felt so right. But then, distance crept in again. And with it, a silence I don’t always know how to interpret.
How many times can one reach out, only to feel the absence echo back louder? I know you don’t do it on purpose - and I try to believe you. But it still hurts.
I see the efforts - sometimes. We speak one day, and the next, we behave as if we’re strangers. It confuses me because in my heart, I feel we’re stronger than that.
I’m human. I hurt. I feel. I have expectations - even when I try not to. I know there are many “better” options out there for both of us. But my heart doesn’t want “better.” It wants what feels true. And that truth, stubborn as it is, keeps pointing to you.
I miss you.
Not just your presence, but what I felt when we met. Something inside me stirred - a quiet but unmistakable knowing that this meant something.
You’ve touched a part of my heart I can’t even fully access myself.
And maybe… just maybe… You feel it too?
I know your fears. I know your patterns.
But what if, just once, we both stopped running?
What if we gave this , us, one real chance?
Because my heart believes that you feel something too. Even if you deny it, there’s a reciprocity my soul keeps sensing. You feel the warmth. I see it in your eyes - in the little things. That’s why every day, the universe urges me: wait. Have patience.
You are the one.
And everything seems to be aligning for us.
But even as my heart stays rooted in belief, my mind wanders: Until when?
Confidantly yours,
