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"When yah" was not just two syllables sliding lightly from the lips, nor was it an empty sound born without meaning. It was a fragment of hope tucked between pauses of breath, a small gesture that trembled softly but laden with desire. In its simplicity, it held a deeper echo of a confession that didn't fully dare to be spoken aloud.
"When yah" is the most subtle way to say, I want too. He is not a demand, nor a complaint. He is just a gentle swish of the heart that sees something beautiful, and then secretly hopes to feel it too. Inside is a longing that is still shy, there is a dream that is not ready to stand upright. Like dew clinging to the tip of a leaf, it sparkles for a while before falling silently.
But beneath the simplicity, hides a more silent question - a question not always directed at anyone but myself. When is it my turn? When will the universe allow me to stand in the same place, feeling the same warmth, embracing a happiness that seems so easy to others? "When yah" becomes a soft echo in the inner space, tapping lightly against the wall of patience.
I spoke it, then fell silent. In that silence, I learned that not all desires are created to be grasped. There is a desire that is only left to be felt, not owned. There is a feeling that is quite alive as a light from a distance is beautiful, but it does not need to be held. Like a twilight that we can never really keep, we can only stare at it until the color dissolves in the dark.
I stared from afar, not because I didn't dare to approach, but because I understood an unwritten boundary. I inhaled reality, bitter and honest, letting it fill my chest until it was no longer tight. And slowly, with steps that might still be heavy, I chose to leave not with anger, not with regret, but with a calm acceptance
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