Your poetry still blossoms
in my heart each morning,
just like I told you before.
I also said
my heart would decide
by October.
We’re almost there.
But your last message
struck something in me,
made me rethink
if you were truly worthy
to enter this sacred space
I’ve built around myself.
I feel older now,
wiser,
more beautiful,
radiant.
I’ve grown so much
these past months
that the tarot reading
from the start of the year
finally makes sense.
And you—
you are still immature.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
Your poetry still blossoms
in my heart each morning,
just like I told you before.
I also said
my heart would decide
by October.
We’re almost there.
But your last message
struck something in me,
made me rethink
if you were truly worthy
to enter this sacred space
I’ve built around myself.
I feel older now,
wiser,
more beautiful,
radiant.
I’ve grown so much
these past months
that the tarot reading
from the start of the year
finally makes sense.
And you—
you are still immature.
