Ambivert

February 14 reminds me that I am alone, They say it's the Day of Hearts, a day for love to be shown. Valentine’s brings joy with flowers and chocolates so sweet, But within me, two emotions silently meet.

Joy and sorrow, hand in hand, they collide, One whispers of warmth, while the other can’t hide. Why do I feel both happiness and pain? A bittersweet dance, a confusing strain.

This day, a reminder of solitude’s embrace, Tells me I’m unseen, lost in time and space. Though I give my all, standing by their side, In the end, it’s my heart that’s pushed aside.

It feels like I’m all alone, in a battle I must fight, A war within, against the endless night. I’ve been there for them, cared with all my might, Thought of their feelings, and tried to make it right. But when the day is done, I’m left standing alone, No flowers, no words, just silence, unknown.

I long for a simple gesture, a small token of care, To know I’m remembered, to feel someone’s share. But instead, I’m ignored, like I’m just a thing, Discarded, forgotten, not even a spring.

For those who are cherished, with flowers and love, It’s a sign of affection, a gift from above. It shows you’re thought of, that you matter somehow, A small gift of kindness, a reminder of now.

It’s true what they say, it’s the thought that counts, Even the smallest of gestures, their value amounts. For in these little things, happiness is found, And they make you feel loved, your worth truly crowned.

Jan.2017 vs Oct.2018 photo. A thousand emotions in this photo.💔

We can plan for tomorrow but we can’t say what will gonna happen. We’re happy now for being together but tomorrow one of us can slowly distant himself/herself and disappear in one click. Our life may as clear as the first photo but when the important subject to be captured by our own hearts and eyes disappear, it became blurred and hazy. You can’t focus because there’s a glitched in your heart, a heartache that when you want to capture moments,you can’t because your favorite subject isn’t around anymore. You’re trying to focus on it but it is hazy and you just realized that there’s a bucket full of tears in your eyes. You’re alone standing in a museum, missing the feeling and the person you’re with before. You’re moving forward to the next master piece, slowly you can get out of it. Slowly you can sweetie.