Before we ever talked
I had already noticed you.
There were a few times when I wanted to say something, but somehow, the right moment never came.
Then the moment arrived
One small chance meant a lot.
For a few days, I kept wondering when I would finally get the chance to ask for your Telegram. When it came, I was honestly happier than you probably realized.
Mouy Ey
At first
There was a little distance.
You seemed careful, and I understood. I never wanted to rush anything. I was simply happy whenever you replied.
And then
Little by little, something changed.
Your replies became warmer. Our conversations felt easier. The distance that was once there quietly started to disappear.
Beyond words
Different languages. The same sincerity.
Even if we speak different languages, I hope language never becomes a wall between us. Somehow, the things that come from the heart always find a way to be understood.
The little things
They mean more than you probably know.
Every reply
Even a simple message can quietly make my day feel lighter.
Every conversation
The ordinary moments somehow became the ones I look forward to.
Every kindness
You may think they're small. To me, they never really are.
A little confession
“You're the reason I enjoy coming to the office so much now… and why I never feel like going home.”
What I really wanted to say
I'm grateful.
Grateful that the girl who once felt so far away now lets me know her—little by little. And thankful for every small step that brought us here.
I don't know where this story will go.
But I know I'm happy that it started with you.
For Mouy Ey, with a sincere heart.
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Piano: “The Years Grow Quiet” by Mcwpiano · CC BY 4.0One last little thing
You made it all the way here.
Since language should never be a wall between us, I saved a second version just for you.
Back to the beginning—this time, in your language.