Still here

Sometime in 2021, I wrote a prose called Hidden Tears of the Silver Cloud. It was the first time I saw and felt that you’re down. I never knew the reason behind the heavy weight you carried that day. For all I know, you might still be carrying the same burden today.

Now in 2024, I saw it again. That silver cloud of yours. Same case, different time, same response. Just like the words that came out of me from then, I want you to know that I can handle your rain. I’m here to listen to your thunders. It’s okay to show me your lightnings. Flood me with all those emotions that you need to let out. I never said I’d solve ’em. I know you enough to trust that you’ll get through it all. But I also know you enough to expect that you plan to bear it all alone. It takes a lot of endurance to suffer by yourself and a lot of humility to say you need help, aren’t you too used to the former? I just hope you find the courage to share it with me this time around.

Until that moment comes, I’ll be here waiting. Still wanting to hear and feel your downpour.