✨ About His Gentle Ways
I still remember that night in Ubud — the way he opened my bottle of water, placed the helmet on my head so carefully, wiped the mayonnaise off my shirt, and offered me the first bite from his plate.
Little things, maybe, but they linger deeply in me. There was warmth in every gesture, calm in every word, and something in his eyes that made me want to stay a little longer.
I didn’t fall in love because of promises, but because of how he moved through the world — especially how he treated me that night. He made me feel seen, respected, and quietly loved without asking for it.
Now he’s gone, but the memory still feels warm, like soft sunlight through the trees in Ubud. I don’t want to erase it — I just want to remember it without the ache. A gentle reminder that love like that once existed, and maybe, one day, it will find its way back to me again.
