wenyi, your writing always makes me crumble and i wouldn’t lie when i say it inspires me to write more - my future pieces might reflect that. this piece is full of tenderness and maturity, and it really made me reflect on the people i’ve lost and how i remember them and i’m genuinely moved. it’s stunning how you’ve captured the bittersweet nature of love, loss, and time with such subtlety. there is something incredibly touching about the way you talk about gratitude, too. its like you’re reframing grief into something softer, more manageable,without dismissing the emotional weight of it. thank you for sharing something so raw and reflective. It’s really beautiful.
thank you so so much + i always appreciate reading your comments + thoughts. i struggled a lot with feeling grief all the time as a kid and a lot of growing up (although i'm honestly still not that far removed from being a kid, it always feels weird to talk like i'm an adult even though i am one) has been about learning not to let myself sink into it. some people say emotions are a choice and i both agree and disagree. there are parts that are out of my control, but whenever i see a clear cut path in front of me, i try to choose gratitude and joy over the alternative. <3
this might be one of my favorite pieces of yours. it feels unique, maybe because your words resonate with my own story. each paragraph felt like a gentle cut, opening up feelings i often keep buried. you brought some feelings back to the surface—feelings I’ve been wrestling with lately.
i absolutely adore these specific quotes:
"In my head, you’re already gone. I am in a movie theater watching a movie I already know the ending of. The characters are you and me, the scene is our living room, we are laughing at something I won’t remember by the end of this."
"We are going down two different paths and just the thought of separating makes my eyes water, but I know the alternative will rip me in half. There is no ending where we reach the same destination, although I would fold the world over to make our paths meet."
"It feels strange to be at peace with the fact that you’ll be gone, even if it hasn’t happened yet."
"I’ll think of you when I walk past our old apartment."
"When you are gone, you will still hold space in my heart."
"The future doesn’t hold as much weight as you do."
oh my god thank you so much <33 i'm really glad that this came at a good time and ty so so much for sharing your favorite lines with me <3 it's kinda nice knowing i'm not the only one grappling with these feelings too
I a d o r e this style, the words, and the rawness of it all.
"the smell filling the space between us" is SO evoking, and the symbolism that just goes deeper and deeper love your that ends with "but when my fingers reach the knife, it won’t commit to the murder" is *chefs kiss*
“how fortunate i was to have been loved” stunning!! it’s so difficult to let time do its thing on such intimate friendships, and it’s even worse when you know that the drifting has already begun. you captured such a bittersweet feeling beautifully!! loved loved loved it
“There is no ending where we reach the same destination, although I would fold the world over to make our paths meet. But physics doesn’t change its rules just for love and when the time comes, I’ll be the one to let go.”
your writing is so exquisite! reading this literally made me feel thousands and thousands of emotions that i didn’t realize i had in me. it really made me reflect on the fleeting nature of time and the essentialness of memory and love. so, so, so gorgeous <33
"I think of how I am a patchwork quilt of all the people I have loved and of all the people who have loved me. When I drink coffee, I feel the warmth of the girl who first introduced me to it. When I see a sunset, I feel the laughter of the friends who used to watch with me. When you are gone, you will still hold space in my heart. There are words I say in your voice." .......permission to cry, m'lady?
i've been following you and reading your posts for a few weeks now -- this one, in all its earnestness and tenderness and beauty, sent me out of my silent observations of your work; i had to say something. your writing is gorgeous in a way that truly baffles me. thanks for sharing <3 - reading this piece healed me a little.
oh wow thank you so much 🥹 I appreciate the silent observations too just having people read feels like such an honor but tysm for taking the time to comment too <3 im rlly glad this was healing in a way :)
+ permission granted to cry haha 🫡 ik i cried in the process of writing this 😭 (sometimes crying is equally healing)
The opening itself reeled me and I'm so happy I kept reading. I found comfort and hope in reading your words. You managed to capture the essence of how simultaneously permanent and temporary love is. Please keep writing!! <3
Here's some favorite quotes of mine:
• "It may have been no one’s fault, but I still wear the guilt for the both of us."
• "My phone has become a graveyard: names like tombstones, deleted texts like ghosts. I try to remove numbers from my contacts, burial after burial after burial, but when my fingers reach the knife, it won’t commit to the murder."
• "I am a patchwork quilt of all the people I have loved and of all the people who have loved me."
wenyi, your writing always makes me crumble and i wouldn’t lie when i say it inspires me to write more - my future pieces might reflect that. this piece is full of tenderness and maturity, and it really made me reflect on the people i’ve lost and how i remember them and i’m genuinely moved. it’s stunning how you’ve captured the bittersweet nature of love, loss, and time with such subtlety. there is something incredibly touching about the way you talk about gratitude, too. its like you’re reframing grief into something softer, more manageable,without dismissing the emotional weight of it. thank you for sharing something so raw and reflective. It’s really beautiful.
thank you so so much + i always appreciate reading your comments + thoughts. i struggled a lot with feeling grief all the time as a kid and a lot of growing up (although i'm honestly still not that far removed from being a kid, it always feels weird to talk like i'm an adult even though i am one) has been about learning not to let myself sink into it. some people say emotions are a choice and i both agree and disagree. there are parts that are out of my control, but whenever i see a clear cut path in front of me, i try to choose gratitude and joy over the alternative. <3
its a strength not everyone can find, and i feel like it shows through so much in your writing. thanks again for sharing it with the world <3
this might be one of my favorite pieces of yours. it feels unique, maybe because your words resonate with my own story. each paragraph felt like a gentle cut, opening up feelings i often keep buried. you brought some feelings back to the surface—feelings I’ve been wrestling with lately.
i absolutely adore these specific quotes:
"In my head, you’re already gone. I am in a movie theater watching a movie I already know the ending of. The characters are you and me, the scene is our living room, we are laughing at something I won’t remember by the end of this."
"We are going down two different paths and just the thought of separating makes my eyes water, but I know the alternative will rip me in half. There is no ending where we reach the same destination, although I would fold the world over to make our paths meet."
"It feels strange to be at peace with the fact that you’ll be gone, even if it hasn’t happened yet."
"I’ll think of you when I walk past our old apartment."
"When you are gone, you will still hold space in my heart."
"The future doesn’t hold as much weight as you do."
thank you for this, wenyi. really.
oh my god thank you so much <33 i'm really glad that this came at a good time and ty so so much for sharing your favorite lines with me <3 it's kinda nice knowing i'm not the only one grappling with these feelings too
I a d o r e this style, the words, and the rawness of it all.
"the smell filling the space between us" is SO evoking, and the symbolism that just goes deeper and deeper love your that ends with "but when my fingers reach the knife, it won’t commit to the murder" is *chefs kiss*
Thank u so much!!!!
“how fortunate i was to have been loved” stunning!! it’s so difficult to let time do its thing on such intimate friendships, and it’s even worse when you know that the drifting has already begun. you captured such a bittersweet feeling beautifully!! loved loved loved it
thank you so much <33!! ive been struggling with this recently so it was nice to get the feelings out
“There is no ending where we reach the same destination, although I would fold the world over to make our paths meet. But physics doesn’t change its rules just for love and when the time comes, I’ll be the one to let go.”
took my breath away. 🫶🏻
hehe thank you 🥹🫶
This made me cry thank you <3
thank u for reading! hopefully a good cry not a bad cry haha
a good one x
absolutely loved it! at first i was reading it casually but towards the end it made me shed a tear for sure. thank you so much 🙌🏻
Thank u for reading :) <3
This is so beautiful, a 'tears in my eyes and heart aching' kind of beautiful. I wish I could read it for the first time again.
Thank u so much :') and every reread is a first time of sorts bc you're reading with new experiences to pull from
your writing is so exquisite! reading this literally made me feel thousands and thousands of emotions that i didn’t realize i had in me. it really made me reflect on the fleeting nature of time and the essentialness of memory and love. so, so, so gorgeous <33
:') thank you so so much!
you deserve all the compliments for your writing !! i just love how you encapsulate these feelings into words so wholly. can’t wait to read more <33
Beautiful, I love this one so much!
Thank u so much :)
this is one of the best pieces I have read in a while. I'm in love
thank u so much :')!!
wow
ty :)
"I think of how I am a patchwork quilt of all the people I have loved and of all the people who have loved me. When I drink coffee, I feel the warmth of the girl who first introduced me to it. When I see a sunset, I feel the laughter of the friends who used to watch with me. When you are gone, you will still hold space in my heart. There are words I say in your voice." .......permission to cry, m'lady?
i've been following you and reading your posts for a few weeks now -- this one, in all its earnestness and tenderness and beauty, sent me out of my silent observations of your work; i had to say something. your writing is gorgeous in a way that truly baffles me. thanks for sharing <3 - reading this piece healed me a little.
oh wow thank you so much 🥹 I appreciate the silent observations too just having people read feels like such an honor but tysm for taking the time to comment too <3 im rlly glad this was healing in a way :)
+ permission granted to cry haha 🫡 ik i cried in the process of writing this 😭 (sometimes crying is equally healing)
This was a beautiful read
thank u so much <3
The opening itself reeled me and I'm so happy I kept reading. I found comfort and hope in reading your words. You managed to capture the essence of how simultaneously permanent and temporary love is. Please keep writing!! <3
Here's some favorite quotes of mine:
• "It may have been no one’s fault, but I still wear the guilt for the both of us."
• "My phone has become a graveyard: names like tombstones, deleted texts like ghosts. I try to remove numbers from my contacts, burial after burial after burial, but when my fingers reach the knife, it won’t commit to the murder."
• "I am a patchwork quilt of all the people I have loved and of all the people who have loved me."
Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you enjoyed this and thank u for sharing ur favorite lines 🥹🥹🥹
This is awesome!
thank u so much <3