Sincerely Yours

For anyone who happens to read this (if I ever have any readers, LOL), you might be wondering how someone could be so disorganized. I wouldn’t blame you. My thoughts jump from one place to another, and my blogs are all over the place, up and down, past and present, tangled like a mess I can’t quite straighten out. These past months, including right now, have been incredibly difficult. My mind keeps pulling up memories, some sharp, some hazy, but all demanding to be written down. Maybe it’s because I have no one to share them with, or maybe I just don’t know who to turn to or how to even begin. It’s not that I don’t want to talk but I just can’t seem to figure out where to start. So, I write. As I sat in my chair at work today, I reached for my usual cup of tea. It was a simple, familiar routine, yet something made me pause. As I poured the hot water, I suddenly noticed the cup on my table, an ordinary object I had used countless times without much thought. But today, for some reason, i...

I have always had a knack for writing, though I wouldn't necessarily call myself a great writer. As a student, writing was something I truly enjoyed, particularly essays. I relished essay questions because they gave me the freedom to express my ideas and creativity. Writing felt like an outlet, a way to share my thoughts and showcase my imagination. I’ve always been good with words, though I’d admit that my grammar skills were and still are rather average. Despite that, I took pride in writing articles for my school’s annual magazine and even submitted a few pieces to newspapers, of which only one or two were published. Writing, for someone like me, an introvert, has always been a means of self-expression. I’m not one to easily express emotions, and I find it challenging to communicate my feelings verbally. But with writing, I can pour out my thoughts and unspoken emotions without fear of judgment or misunderstanding. I’ve never considered myself an introvert all my life. It wasn’t...

A lot has happened from January until today, and as I sit down to reflect, I want to start with the good things, partly because it makes writing easier for me and also because it sets a lighter tone for anyone reading this. I had been planning a surprise for Thinley for a while, and to make it happen, I enlisted my brother Tshu to help me. For the past few days, we had been secretly coordinating to get him a new phone. The one he had been using was outdated, with low specs, constant storage issues, and apps that barely functioned. It was easily one of the worst phones to rely on, yet he somehow managed with it for so long. What made this even more meaningful was that Thinley could have easily bought himself a new phone. Instead, he sent me the money so I could get one for myself. That level of selflessness is just who he is, always putting others before himself. While I was incredibly grateful for his generosity, I was also deeply concerned. He had sent me everything he had, without ke...

I am truly grateful that Thinley has given both me and our relationship another chance. His ability to forgive and believe in us once again is a testament to the depth of his love and the kindness of his heart. For a moment, I was certain I had lost him forever, and the thought of that filled me with immense regret and sorrow. Yet, despite everything I put him through, he chose to take me back, not out of obligation, but because he still sees something worth fighting for in us. His unwavering faith in our love speaks volumes, and I can only hope to honor this second chance by proving that his trust in me was not misplaced. After 33 agonizing days, we have finally started texting each other again. I know this has been just as hard for him as it has been for me, because he has a soft heart, and because I have been through my own version of hell. The pain was relentless. The nights were filled with silent cries, endless tossing and turning, and a suffocating loneliness that seeped into ev...