Scent

There are certain scents we never forget,

no matter how much time has passed.

The scent on someone’s shoulder,

the aroma of morning coffee in a quiet room,

the sun-warmed fabric of an old blanket,

and the fragrance of rain on the hair

of someone we once loved.

I still remember your scent —

warm, gentle,

a trace of wood and something only yours.

Each time I catch it again by chance,

my heart trembles a little,

as if the past has just walked by.

Scent is invisible,

yet it holds memories

longer than photographs,

and carries longing

stronger than words ever could.

Now, I no longer search for it.

But sometimes, in a crowded place,

when a familiar scent drifts past,

I smile —

because some things

are meant to be kept

only through their scent. ✨

Losing Paradise

We once had a paradise —

a place where everything was pure,

where your eyes were sunlight,

and my smile was the breeze.

Back then, love was simple.

Just walking side by side was enough,

silence felt warm,

and the blue sky seemed to belong to us.

But somehow,

we lost that paradise along the way.

Not because either of us changed —

just because our love grew too heavy

to keep floating.

I still remember that final afternoon.

We sat together,

no arguments,

no tears,

only a quiet pause

longer than a thousand goodbyes.

Since that day, I’ve learned —

paradise never truly disappears.

It stays hidden

in the corner of memory

where happiness once touched us.

Now, whenever I watch the sunset,

I smile softly —

because I know some of the most beautiful things

are meant to be remembered,

not kept. 🌤️

If I Still Love You

If I still love you,

should I say it out loud?

Or should I let it rest quietly,

like a trace of sunlight left on my shoulder?

Some things don’t need to be spoken,

because just thinking of them

already hurts enough.

Like hearing an old song again —

you still know every note,

but you no longer have the courage to sing along.

I still remember you —

softly,

the way one remembers the scent of a café

where they once sat with someone

on a rainy afternoon.

It doesn’t ache anymore,

but sometimes,

when the wind passes by,

my heart sinks just a little.

If I still love you,

I won’t look for you,

won’t send a message.

I’ll just keep one quiet wish in my heart —

that you are at peace.

Because some loves

don’t need to end in pain.

They only need enough tenderness

to stop

while the heart

still cares.

Suddenly, I Loved You

There wasn’t a special moment.

No dazzling sunset,

no sudden rain that made my heart skip a beat.

It just happened —

on an ordinary day,

I suddenly realized I loved you.

Maybe it was when you smiled,

and your eyes met mine

just long enough to make the world feel lighter.

Maybe it was when you quietly listened to me,

saying nothing,

yet your gaze felt softer than a thousand comforting words.

I don’t know when love began.

All I know is that every morning,

my first thought is,

“I wonder how you are today.”

They say love is unpredictable.

It comes like the wind —

without warning, without reason.

But perhaps that’s what makes it beautiful.

No effort,

no plan,

just an open heart.

I love you,

not because you’re perfect,

but because when I’m with you,

I become gentler,

more caring,

and somehow —

I start believing in beautiful things again.

Maybe all those “sudden” moments

are simply destiny in disguise.

And loving you —

just might be the most wonderful

accident of my life. 💫

The Last Love Letter

Dear you,

This is probably the last love letter I’ll ever write to you.

No more promises,

no more aching words of longing —

just a few lines left between love and letting go.

I once wrote to you with all my heart —

about sunny days,

about laughter,

about quiet afternoons when we held hands

and didn’t need to say a thing to understand each other.

But today, I write differently.

Not to hold on,

but to let go.

Time has taught me

that some people are meant to stay

only for a short chapter of our lives.

Not because the love has faded,

but because it’s time to learn

how to live without them.

I hold no anger, no regret.

Because if I could choose again,

I’d still love you —

still let my heart tremble once more,

just to know that love was real.

By the time you read this,

perhaps I’ve already learned

to smile when I think of you —

as a beautiful memory

that no longer needs to be kept.

So please,

take this as a thank-you —

for the days that once shone so bright.

And if someday,

amid the crowd,

we happen to pass each other by,

I hope

we’ll both smile. 💌