ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ broken glass, the smell of hay,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ and a heavy, lingering night.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤall we need is ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤto say “yes” to each other.
ㅤ a quiet little town where time stopped somewhere between the sixties and now. it’s always a little damp here, even when it’s not raining. everyone knows each other by name here, but they only speak in whispers. here the churches are tall, and the people are short. and here you are a man older than me, a farmer with calloused hands, dark eyes, and a heavy gaze. you’re the one who plows the land until sunset, who drinks whiskey on the porch, who never wastes a word. and you know that i am the forbidden fruit. too young, too wild, too unlike you, but that doesn’t stop us.
i want to write a story with you, one that features only us and this godforsaken town. where every word spoken between us is like a sin, and a single glance across the cornfield can mean more than any touch; where you are the mystery i’m trying to unravel, and i'm the danger you can’t look away from. i’m not after something casual. i want the kind that leaves my chest aching.
✧ english isn’t my native language, but i try to phrase things correctly so you can understand me without any confusion. sometimes i might make mistakes, but that just brings us closer, right? i’m always open to clarifying or explaining things.
✧ you’re at least 20 years old. i want to feel that age gap, that weight of experience. it’s important for the dynamics of our story.
if you’ve read this and felt the air grow heavier, then write to me. send me anything: a glance, a casual remark, a snippet of your day. just don’t stay silent.
✧ i can’t reply every day. i have a life outside of this blog, and sometimes i disappear for a few days. but i always leave a trail in the form of notes, poems, and little hints about where i’ve been. i’ll let you know where i’m going so you won’t wait in vain.
✧ my priority is natural conversations from the perspective of our characters. i want us to talk like people, not like actors. no breaking character, no switching to real life. just you and me in this town, in this story, in this forbidden garden.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤI'm waiting for you.
let me know about ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤyourself in the ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤcomments or write ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤme a message. kiss.
