โ๏ธ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ผ โ๏ธ
โSheโs like his motherโ
โThey softened her for him.โ
โItโs one-sided!โ
โShe never liked him!โ
Are we sure about that? ๐ฅ
(โฆAnd I couldnโt even fit all the photos in.)
Katara may not have often verbally expressed her own development of feelingsโฆ
But it was always in the ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐ โก
It may seem small.
Others may brush it off.
But before you know it
Itโs right in front of you,
And you hadnโt realised
And you find yourself wonderingโฆ
When it became so normal to reach for him?
To laugh with him. To fight with him.
To lean on him. To cry with him.
To simply exist with him.
And suddenlyโฆ
Holding him feels like the most natural thing in the world.
And you find,
That you donโt need to speak,
To truly understand each other.
Sometimes you try to put it into words.
But the words donโt feel enough.
Or the words come out wrong.
But maybe thatโs becauseโฆ
Words often fail to describe,
What lives in the heart.
And thatโs okay.
What words cannot say
What falls into place,
all those ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ผโฆ โก
Become โ๏ฝกยฐโฉ ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ โฉยฐ๏ฝกโ
