Emma

Like a fish washed ashore by accident—unable to breathe, unable to find its way back to the ocean that once gave it life.

Ever since my inner child learned to trust me, she stopped trusting everyone else. They could all leave. They could all abandon her, or never care for her as deeply as she cared for them. How can a girl trust someone while she is having difficulty trusting her environment and her mother? May all of them leave her ?

Was a love possible where being loved for my soul would bring more joy than physical desire?

I always dreamt of a man who could soothe me during my darkest moments, someone who would gently hold me and gazing into his eyes as tears fall down my face. I longed for him to tenderly say: “Calm down, my darling. I'm here, and I will always be here for you. I see you; your pain, your fatigue, your wounds. You've fought so hard, but just let me carry some of that burden for you — if only for a moment.”

I can’t understand why everything became a mess.

I have come to realize that even in friendship, there are many people who will never truly understand the depth of your heart or the loyalty you carry within you. In reality, the one who is wrong is not you. More often, it is that the other person is too shallow to hold your depth and views life through only a single window of understanding and emotion.

Just as I learned to soothe my own wounds, I wanted to soothe yours as well.

I would have made more memories with you if I had known I was going to lose you. Without you, some parts of me are hurting, and I couldn't do anything about it. Missing you is like a labyrinth I can't find my way out of. I keep wandering again and again, but there is no escape from your absence.

Even exchanging a single word with the people around you gives me the feeling that I have somehow seen you. As though a trace of your spirit, your grace, and your nobility has remained within them.