This morning I’m sitting at my computer desk, sipping hot cocoa, and choosing a poem from my old blog. I picked this one and read it again. The original was written in Thai back in 1995. Reading it now makes me want to throw up — it’s so cheesy.
เพียงไว้ใจ
เติมความจริงใจ สักน้อย
ค่อย คอย บรรจงสร้าง
ด้วยมือสองข้างอย่างแข็งขัน
ปลูกฝัน ปลูกความสัมพันธ์
ปรุงแต่งด้วยกัน บนทางสายเดียว
เพียงเราสองคน ด้วยความเข้าใจ
A Touch of Trust
**Just a little trust, a touch of sincerity, patiently woven together by two steady hands.
Planting dreams, growing a bond, shaping it side by side along the same path— just the two of us, with understanding.**
Even though I wanted to throw up when I read the poem I wrote at a young age, it was a pure and beautiful feeling — the kind of emotion every woman should experience when she falls in love. At least once in a lifetime, something like that blooms our hearts.
“Do you agree that everyone deserves at least one pure, heart‑blooming moment in their life?”
“Have you ever felt a moment so pure it stayed with you, even years later?”
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