#soft days

I hope soft days find you.

The ones filled with warm drinks, love, and lots of laughter.

The kind of days that feel safe, slow, and a little bit magical.

˜”°•.˜”°• END OF DAY ENTRY •°”˜.•°”˜

6/2!✨

my morning started off a bit early, i had to stay up to look out for a package (the MOST my stepdad has ever texted me btw😅) and i nearly fell bck asleep multiple times but it was officially done!

then i went off to the store to treat myself after my banking issues were SETTELED!

(lucky charms is my most favvvv cereal evaaaa!)

afterwards came home, relaxed, posted, blogged, dealt with adulting bullshit -_- i understand alot of government assistant places are understaffed rn but dear god is it frustrating and makes me feel even more stuck in my situation😮‍💨✊🏽 prayin to god for a miracle & talk to my therapist abt the things that are making me anxiousss

Let’s start with the first place I visited today.

Name: Hi Dami buffet koreana y sushi 🍣

Address: C. del Caballero de Gracia, 12, Local, Centro, 28013 Madrid, Spain

𓏏𓏏◞†◟ ₊ ˙ ִ ࣪ 𑄾 ₊　˙ “i keep waiting for the moment you’ll look at me the way i look at you.” ִ ࣪ㅤ⋆ ᧔ꪫ ִ

˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤᘞ a park jay story

༊ ·˚ the dorm was quiet. rain fell softly against the windows, a steady, rhythmic lullaby that made every little sound feel amplified. your blanket smelled faintly of him — like warm vanilla and something impossibly soft. the world outside could spin all it wanted, but inside, the air felt still, wrapped around the two of you like a secret.

Jay was leaning against the wall, hoodie draping over him in loose folds, hair messy, cheeks faintly pink from the day. he wasn’t looking at you at first, just watching, quietly, like he could memorize every small detail of you without saying a word.

“you’re quiet tonight,” he murmured, voice soft, careful.

“just… thinking,” you whispered, hugging your knees closer.

he stepped closer, the floor creaking slightly under his weight. your heart stumbled. there was that hesitation in his movement, the pause before he really looked at you, and it made the air between you feel taut, electric, like a string pulled too tight.

“about?” he asked, tilting his head, eyes soft, questioning.

“about… you,” you admitted, breath barely there.

he froze, eyes widening just slightly, and then a small, shy smile curved his lips. “me?”

you nodded, avoiding his gaze. you were afraid — afraid of what you’d see reflected in his eyes. afraid of hope, afraid of wanting him too much, afraid that he might not want you the same way.

he walked over and sat on the edge of the couch, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. he held a mug of cocoa, steam curling up in soft, twisting clouds, the faint scent sweet and comforting.

༊ ·˚ “sometimes,” he murmured, “i wonder if you notice me… like i notice you. really notice.”

your chest tightened. you wanted to say yes, yes, every time you see him your heart stumbles. yes, every time he laughs, your stomach flips. yes, every time he’s near, it feels like you’re breathing for the first time. but you couldn’t — not yet.

he leaned forward slightly, eyes holding yours. “you make everything feel… lighter. softer. like maybe the world isn’t so heavy when you’re around.”

you swallowed. the lump in your throat burned sweetly. “so do you,” you whispered.

he smiled again, that crooked, quiet smile that made your chest ache. he reached out, hand hovering near yours. fingers trembling slightly, as if afraid that the touch might shatter something delicate between you.

you moved yours closer, brushing your hand against his. slowly, naturally, your fingers intertwined.

“i’ve liked you for a while,” he admitted, voice low, raw. “longer than i thought i could… longer than i thought was safe.”

your chest felt like it might burst. “me too,” you whispered. “longer than i thought i’d let myself.”

he leaned back just slightly, eyes never leaving yours. “then maybe… we don’t have to hide it anymore. maybe we can… just be this. us.”

༊ ·˚ you nodded, heart full, chest aching in the best way. the rain fell, the cocoa steamed, the dim lights flickered softly — everything was perfect, suspended in this quiet, aching moment.

“promise me something?” he asked, voice soft, almost afraid to break the magic.

“what?”

“promise me we won’t rush it. we’ll let it grow… slowly. quietly. like it’s supposed to.”

“i promise,” you said.

he smiled, forehead resting lightly against yours. your fingers pressed together, hearts quietly syncing.

and in the quiet of the night, with rain tapping against the window, you realized love didn’t need to be loud or dramatic. it could be gentle. patient. soft, like the brush of a hand, the warmth of a shoulder, the way two hearts learned to speak without words.

𓆩♡𓆪 ᘞ ₊ ˙ ִ ࣪ ⋆

the night deepened, and you both sat there — breathing, touching, holding — the world outside forgotten. the ache in your chest softened into warmth.

Jay hummed a tune under his breath, one you didn’t know but somehow felt like home.

he whispered your name, and it felt like a song.

“stay with me,” he murmured.

“always,” you replied.

༊ ·˚ the rain continued its lullaby. the mugs sat steaming, untouched for now. the blanket wrapped around your knees and shoulders, the soft glow of the lamp spilling over you.

you realized this was what love was: not fireworks or grand declarations, but quiet nights like this, soft words, small touches, and hearts learning each other slowly, perfectly, patiently.

and in that little suspended universe, it was just you. him. the rain. and the ache of hearts finally finding a home in each other.

𓏏𓏏◞†◟ ₊ ˙ ִ ࣪ 𑄾 ₊　˙

I’m not sure if it was the right choice.

But right now, everything just feels a little too much… and a little too scary.

Today’s practice