I love…
that I never let hate grow in me,
even when people gave me reasons.
I love that I never think bad about anyone.
My heart still sends warmth,
even in silence.
I love how I greet people with sincerity —
as if every smile matters,
because to me… it does.
I love that whenever an ambulance passes,
my lips form a silent prayer —
for someone I don’t even know.
Because life is precious…
and I feel it deeply.
I love how I can’t hold back my tears
when someone shares their pain.
As if their story echoes inside me too.
I love that I never make fun of anyone’s situation,
never laugh at what someone’s struggling to survive.
I simply sit beside them,
offering presence instead of pity.
And I love…
how I get genuinely excited when I see someone happy.
As if their joy is my own,
as if light travels from them to me — effortlessly.
I love…
that kindness lives in me like a quiet fire,
always warm, always alive.
that I never let hate grow in me,
even when people gave me reasons.
I love that I never think bad about anyone.
My heart still sends warmth,
even in silence.
I love how I greet people with sincerity —
as if every smile matters,
because to me… it does.
I love that whenever an ambulance passes,
my lips form a silent prayer —
for someone I don’t even know.
Because life is precious…
and I feel it deeply.
I love how I can’t hold back my tears
when someone shares their pain.
As if their story echoes inside me too.
I love that I never make fun of anyone’s situation,
never laugh at what someone’s struggling to survive.
I simply sit beside them,
offering presence instead of pity.
And I love…
how I get genuinely excited when I see someone happy.
As if their joy is my own,
as if light travels from them to me — effortlessly.
I love…
that kindness lives in me like a quiet fire,
always warm, always alive.