To: My Future Love

Maybe, we’re in different seasons but still inhaling the same Grace.

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Maybe, we’re in different seasons but still inhaling the same Grace.

91/365 This day seems so unproductive. I have time to take a nap, sing-along, wonder about life’s meanings, watch videos, listen to old songs, and dream. The hours seem longer, I am not rushing any workloads. How I miss this…
Maybe if we can just utter what’s inside our hearts, it won’t hurt that much. Maybe we don’t need to suppress our feelings, keep it in a box that nobody would know, and let it fades. Maybe we’re not brave…

Hurry empties the soul. Never underestimate and despise the season of preparation.