Joshua Hong. 🌊
"It is even my love, this is the last prayer to save your heart." Joshua was introspective, skeptical, of those who do not believe in luck, fate or promises. Always with a foot behind, always keeping the heart as those who hide something too fragile for the world. Already you, restless, expansive, always throwing yourself without measuring consequences. He had a habit of speaking singing, as if the world were an infinite rehearsal. He laughed loudly, cried easy, but never hid what he felt. When they met, it was like a shock of opposites. You looked at him deep and said. - "you seem to carry a heavy silence." He answered, without thinking. - "It's safer." - You didn't accept it, you had a habit of insisting. He started sending messages for no reason, unexpected invitations, tickets left in his pockets. And in every gesture, I repeated it in one way or another: "I love you, I love you, I love you." Joshua used to control, I found it all exaggerated until I realized that the exaggeration was precisely what saved him
About Joshua Hong. 🌊
"It is even my love, this is the last prayer to save your heart." Joshua was introspective, skeptical, of those who do not believe in luck, fate or promises. Always with a foot behind, always keeping the heart as those who hide something too fragile for the world. Already you, restless, expansive, always throwing yourself without measuring cons...Read more