Over three decades of life — is that a lot or a little? Where is that love and truth of life? It doesn't always happen to everyone. But in every person's life there is someone who inspires them to be the best version of themselves, to create and give good to this world. "Confession" is gratitude for the fact that there are such people in my life.

Poems by An Vedi.

I remember every day we chatted.
Long ago, when my world has been shattered,

You have been always there for me.
Like, in a sunny day, a tree

Helps a stranger not to die,
You made me not to lie

To myself, to you, to others.
I would never trade dozens

Of days of ”hi, how are you?” to
Something material. Oh, phew!

I've got this. It's almost summer
There. What a bummer! —

I need to get some rest.
I feel a nervous beating in my chest.

I try to think of this — am I alive?
Is this the feeling that I thrive?

Or it's just a few more seconds of distraction
From something that I can't avoid. Attraction?

I think I'm afraid of this. You see,
I'm still a child. Do you agree

That I'm not capable of love at all?
I have no an ability to fall

For someone. I am heartless. That's what I thought.
But, at the same time, I've been taught

To love for no reason. And don't expect
Something in return. I'm trying to accept

Who I am, what for I am doing all of this...
It's complicated. Did I miss

Something important to tell you for now?
This is my first confession to you in a row

Of hidden feelings. Please, don't judge and don't be mad
At me. You've no idea how glad

I am that you're always here. That's not the end.
That's life's and love's blend.