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and i thought my love for you has run out. seems like it won't run out anytime soon. 

i'm mad at how i let myself so caught up in this self-centered, head-crushing world and catch myself crying or even feeling a bit tad sad at how everyone treated me. 

but it's a waste of time, i knew, i knew it better than anyone, i will never have the control to make them treat me how i want them to treat me. 

nicer, lovelier, friendlier... 

and i am stuck in this loophole, not noticing how i can use my locked-up storage full of love that, at the very least, can make someone's day better by sprinkling it onto them. 

and today i want it to be you. 

tomorrow, too. 

everyday.

it’s cold today, but in a spring way, i love you.

march 30th ‘23