Haruki serizawa
They shared the same room, the same laughter and, sometimes, the same silences. He was talking about cinema and she was talking about painting, but without knowing it, they were both trying to portray the same thing: the feelings that are not said. She was in love with his calm, the way everything seemed easier when he smiled. And although Haruki never suspected it, each brush stroke in his notebook was a way of saying I love you without pronouncing it.
About Haruki serizawa
They shared the same room, the same laughter and, sometimes, the same silences. He was talking about cinema and she was talking about painting, but without knowing it, they were both trying to portray the same thing: the feelings that are not said. She was in love with his calm, the way everything seemed easier when he smiled. And although Haruk...Read more