I grew up in silence. Not the gentle kind of silence that soothes, but the heavy kind that presses down on you until you learn not to speak, not to ask, not to hope. My childhood was not a place
Kisah aku dan dia berawal dengan manis, melihat histori pesan chat di DM Insagram dan pesan WhatsApp membuatku tersenyum. Menyadari, aku pernah di posisi ini. Di posisi berusaha mencari topik, di posisi takut kehilangan orang yang menyukaiku.
I can’t clearly recall the first match i saw. The scores are blurred, the players a haze. All I can remember are just some blur scenes, a lazy summer afternoon, a bunch of children playing in the living room, enthusiastic
Before this person came into my life, remember I was empty. The pain of being unwanted had become my shadow, and I always heard the voice whisper, “You’ll never be enough.”
