Rin Matsu
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Rin Matsu
3小时前
The Shape of Someone I Miss
I miss her
in the quietest places.
In mornings that begin slowly,
with coffee warming my hands
and a song filling the room,
I sometimes wonder
what her morning looks like.
Perhaps it sounds strange
to miss someone
I haven’t stood beside.
But maybe I miss
the little moments
that haven’t happened yet.
A coffee shared somewhere.
A place discovered by chance.
A meal worth remembering.
A painting we might stop to admire.
A beautiful street
where neither of us needs
to say very much.
She has a way of making
ordinary things feel interesting.
A certain color.
A piece of art.
The way clothes come together.
The taste of something new.
A place I’ve never seen before.
Sometimes I notice these things
and wonder what she would think.
And then there are the cosmos—
soft petals moving with the wind,
quietly growing
without asking for attention.
Perhaps that’s why
I like them so much.
They don’t hurry to bloom.
They simply grow
where they are,
letting the seasons
take their time.
I miss the conversations,
the little stories,
the ordinary pieces of a day
that somehow become memorable.
But I don’t need
to turn missing someone
into something complicated.
Sometimes it’s simply:
a song that brings back a thought,
a cup of coffee that makes me smile,
a place I’d like to see,
a meal I’d like to share,
and a cosmos blooming somewhere
in the afternoon.
Maybe someday
I’ll look across a table
with coffee between us,
and somewhere outside
there will be cosmos moving
in the breeze.
I won’t need to say much.
I’ll just smile
at how naturally
the moment feels.
Until then,
I’ll keep finding little things
worth sharing—
a song,
a painting,
a beautiful place,
a meal worth remembering,
and every once in a while,
a cosmos
that makes me think of her. 🌸☕
Rin Matsu
6小时前
The Shape of Someone I Miss
I miss her
in the quietest places.
In mornings that begin slowly,
with coffee warming my hands
and a song filling the room,
I sometimes wonder
what her morning looks like.
Perhaps it sounds strange
to miss someone
I haven’t stood beside.
But maybe I miss
the little moments
that haven’t happened yet.
A coffee shared somewhere.
A place discovered by chance.
A meal worth remembering.
A painting we might stop to admire.
A beautiful street
where neither of us needs
to say very much.
She has a way of making
ordinary things feel interesting.
A certain color.
A piece of art.
The way clothes come together.
The taste of something new.
A place I’ve never seen before.
Sometimes I notice these things
and wonder what she would think.
And then there are the cosmos—
soft petals moving with the wind,
quietly growing
without asking for attention.
Perhaps that’s why
I like them so much.
They don’t hurry to bloom.
They simply grow
where they are,
letting the seasons
take their time.
I miss the conversations,
the little stories,
the ordinary pieces of a day
that somehow become memorable.
But I don’t need
to turn missing someone
into something complicated.
Sometimes it’s simply:
a song that brings back a thought,
a cup of coffee that makes me smile,
a place I’d like to see,
a meal I’d like to share,
and a cosmos blooming somewhere
in the afternoon.
Maybe someday
I’ll look across a table
with coffee between us,
and somewhere outside
there will be cosmos moving
in the breeze.
I won’t need to say much.
I’ll just smile
at how naturally
the moment feels.
Until then,
I’ll keep finding little things
worth sharing—
a song,
a painting,
a beautiful place,
a meal worth remembering,
and every once in a while,
a cosmos
that makes me think of her. 🌸☕
Rin Matsu
23小时前
I have carried so much for so long
that I no longer remember how to be free.
I became the strength everyone leaned on,
while quietly forgetting to care for me.
I learned to hide the weight upon my shoulders,
to keep walking even when I felt weak,
and to silence the words trapped inside me
when there was so much I wanted to speak.
As the eldest, I learned to keep going,
to carry responsibilities without complaint.
Through family struggles, work, and sleepless nights,
I kept moving, even when I felt faint.
I became the person everyone counted on,
the one expected to stand tall and stay strong,
but sometimes I wish someone would notice
that even the strongest can feel they don’t belong.
Each day, I stand before little hearts,
teaching them to learn, to laugh, and to grow.
I give them warmth, patience, and kindness,
though there’s so much inside I never show.
Their little smiles can brighten a difficult day,
their laughter can soften the weight I bear.
But I know that one day they will move on,
and I must let them go, however much I care.
I try not to show how deeply I love them,
or how each goodbye leaves an ache in my heart,
because being there as they find their own way
means accepting that we may one day part.
Then someone came along and made me laugh,
a genuine happiness I thought I’d lost.
For a moment, I forgot the weight I carried,
and felt a little lighter despite the cost.
In simple conversations and shared little moments,
I found a comfort I hadn’t felt in a while.
I remembered what it was like to feel carefree,
to let my guard down and simply smile.
But happiness also made me afraid,
afraid of losing what felt so rare.
My worries sometimes clouded the good moments,
making it hard to see the joy that was there.
I know my fears have sometimes spoken louder
than the patience and understanding I wanted to give.
There were moments when my emotions took over,
when I struggled to find a calmer way to live.
I cannot undo the things I’ve said,
but I can learn from them and change how I live.
I never wanted my feelings to become a burden,
or my fear to take away someone’s peace.
Sometimes, all I wanted was reassurance,
a little closeness, a moment of ease.
I am learning that care is not possession,
and love cannot grow through fear or control.
Sometimes, the kindest thing I can offer
is space, while I work on healing my soul.
I still wish to see you and hear your voice,
to share our stories and the little things we do.
I miss the laughter and the simple conversations,
and the comfort of getting to know you.
I miss the ordinary moments that felt special,
the little details that made me smile.
I haven’t given up on what I feel,
even if the road ahead is uncertain for a while.
I can hold on to hope without demanding,
and respect the choices that belong to you.
I want to reconnect when the time feels right,
without asking you to carry my feelings too.
Beneath all these responsibilities and chains,
there is still a part of me longing to be free.
To laugh without fear, to breathe without guilt,
and to find the person I used to be.
I want to lay down the weight I’ve carried,
and learn that I don’t have to face it all alone.
To find peace in the quiet moments,
and build a life that feels like my own.
I may be tired, and I may be falling apart,
but I am still learning to heal and begin.
Perhaps freedom is not leaving everything behind,
but finding the strength to feel whole within.
And if life allows our paths
to cross again in a gentler season,
I hope there will be laughter,
honest conversations,
and moments that feel as light
as the ones I once treasured.
Until then,
I will keep learning
to loosen the chains,
to make peace with uncertainty,
to take care of the heart
I have neglected for so long,
and to find happiness
in the life that is still mine to live.
Rin Matsu
21天前
**“Sometimes there’s no right direction.
If I stay, I might lose myself.
If I leave, I might lose someone who matters to me.
If I wait, maybe the moment passes.
If I move on, maybe I’ll never know what could have been.
So maybe the real question isn’t ‘Will I get hurt?’
Maybe it’s…
‘Is this person, this feeling, or this possibility worth the risk?’
Because sometimes, you don’t need certainty to take a chance.
You just need to believe that something is worth fighting for. ❤️🩹”
#WorthTheRisk # #DeepThoughts #WorthTheRisk #LifeQuotes #
Rin Matsu
21天前
The city lights are shining, the roads are quiet, and there’s something about driving through the night that makes everything feel a little more magical. ❤️
A little tired, a little excited, but mostly just enjoying this beautiful feeling of being on the road… not knowing exactly what the night will bring. 🌃💫
Rin Matsu
24天前
It’s been raining the whole week. I used to feel gloomy in this kind of weather, but since you showed me how much you love the rain, I’ve started seeing it differently.
Now I enjoy listening to the droplets, feeling the breeze on my face, and watching how the rain transforms the city into something peaceful. Right now, I’m just sitting with my coffee, listening to the rain and enjoying the quiet in my car. ☕️🌧️
Rin Matsu
1月前
The pride of a visual artist is turning a simple canvas into something extraordinary. 📷📸🎨✨
Credit to my baby sister. ❤️ My pride and joy! 🥰
