yourmeirsstuff

[yourmeirsstuff]

L. V., excerpts from a past life

[yourmeirsstuff]

Cold Hands

They said,

"All your ghost know how to undress my sadness."

But sadly,it doesn't work at all.

A paradox called me.

Sometimes, it's really sad to be me. Hahaha I wanna be happy, but i think of things that make me sad. The other day, I don't like being me but I also falling in love with who I am.

I said to people, I don't care for what happened. But deep down, I do really care. I'm hurting people with my own words, and that's really bad. I crave attention when the anger is with me, but reject the fact to re-read the reason when it comes way.

Actually, this is the hardest part. I'm a confilcted contradiction. If I can't figure myself out, there's no way anyone else has.

It's pretty bad, I know.

I'm so sorry, if someone out there falling in love with the wrong person, and it's me.

[yourmeirsstuff]

Happy Monthsarry, Mas!

Actually, people rarely get a second chance at growing up — but somehow, I lucked out. Somehow, the world brought me you.

And with you, I didn’t just fall in love. I learned how to breathe softer. To speak more gently. To carry my own name with a little more grace.

I don't know what the world thinks love is supposed to look like —but if you ask me, it's this: Two men, walking through a tired city, holding hands like the night won't swallow them whole.

You came into my life so quietly, I didn’t even hear the sound of myself becoming softer.

You didn’t break down my walls — you just sat outside them long enough until I opened the door.

And somehow, in all this noise, you became the calm.

You didn’t ask me to be anything more than I already am. But you made me want to be more anyway. Not for the world — for us.

With you, love isn't a loud parade or a perfect picture. It's a quiet rhythm. A slow dance in the middle of a messy living room. A pair of hands that say “you can rest here.”

I love the way you see me — not as a broken thing, but as someone still in progress. Still learning. Still becoming. And you? You’re the reason I want to keep going.

Mas Gatra sayang,

Thank you for making me feel like I have time. Time to grow. Time to rest. Time to be loved without earning it.

Thank you for showing me that masculinity and tenderness can live in the same breath — in your touch, in your voice when you call my name like it’s something sacred.

Thank you for growing with me. For staying. For loving me in ways I didn’t know how to ask for.

Mas Gatra sayang, you are more like my second chance — not just at love, but at living. At laughing without guilt. At crying without shame. At building a home in someone else’s heart.

I don't know what tomorrow brings, but I know this:

If love is a word, let it be a song.

One that plays gently in the background of our lives. One that sounds like sleepy good mornings, forehead kisses, and your voice calling me sayang after a long day.

If love is a song, I want ours on repeat.

If growing up means learning to love you right — then I’ll keep growing, every day, beside you.

Here’s!! To every little moment we build — every morning we wake up beside each other, every version of us that chooses to stay.

I'm always your Eby, in every version, in every lifetime. And especially in this one.

I love you,

I love you,

I love you forevermore, mas sayang.

With love,

Eby ᥫ᭡.

[yourmeirsstuff]

What love sounds like

People rarely get a second chance at growing up. But somehow, Gavien lucks out.

He didn’t expect it. Not after years of being too much and not enough all at once. Not after learning to carry his own weight quietly.

Not after thinking: this is just how life is — heavy, quiet, and a little lonely.

But then, somehow . . . Gatra appears.

Not in a grand way.

He doesn’t kick open the door.

He just slips into Gavi’s life like a song he didn’t realize he already knew by heart.

.....

One night, they’re out for a walk — and the city lights look softer. Maybe it’s because Gatra is walking beside him.

“You ever feel like you’re behind on life? Uhm, like you’re just… surviving?”

Gavi asks, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.

“All the time,” Gatra replies, without flinching.

“But lately, with you… it feels a bit more like living.”

Gavi smiles — the kind that feels a little like exhaling for the first time all day.

They keep walking.

He breathes in — the kind of breath that feels like it’s been held in for years.

“You make it easier to be human,” he whispers.

“Not perfect. Just… human.”

Gatra scoots closer and leans his shoulder gently against Gavi’s.

“I didn’t think I’d get this far,” Gavi murmurs.

“In life. In love. I thought I already grew up. Turns out I was just… aging.”

Gatra looks at him then—eyes soft but steady.

“Maybe growing up isn’t something you finish,” he says.

“Maybe it’s something you choose to do… when you’re finally safe enough.”

Gavi stops. Turns to face him fully; studies the way Gatra speaks—like someone who has always known the weight of things.

And maybe… maybe he has.

“No one ever taught us how to grow without hurting,” Gatra words hums in his ears.

“But maybe this time… we get to learn with love.”

“And you think I’m safe now?,” Gavi asks softly.

Gatra steps closer; reaches out, and touches Gavi’s chest — right where his heart hides.

“I think… with me, you don’t have to pretend to be whole. And that’s a start.”

A pause. One beat. Two.

“If love is a word,” Gavi says softly, “then with you, it sounds like a song—the kind I didn’t know I needed.”

Gatra smiles — slow and sure.

“I hope it’s the kind you never forget. Also, let’s hum it slowly. No rush.”

So they keep walking —

heartbeats syncing to the rhythm of slow steps and softer beginnings.

And just like that . . . something clicks.

And just like that—Gavi gets his second chance. Not because life gets easier. But because someone loves him enough to stay while it’s still hard.

.....

20 July 2025

With love,

Eby ᥫ᭡.

[yourmeirsstuff]

Mas Gatra

This is not just a story. This is the quiet unfolding of a heart that found its home — in someone named Gatra Satio. Because love, in all its tender madness, wears his name.

Mas Gatra isn't just the person I love.

He's the softest place my soul has ever landed.

There’s something about him…

The way he exists — quietly, beautifully, without needing to take up space,

but somehow becoming the center of my universe anyway.

He talks like the wind — gentle but always enough to shift something in me.

And when he laughs,

It feels like Sunday mornings. Like warm coffee. Like the first sunbeam after a storm I swore would never pass.

That laugh has saved me more times than I’ll ever let him know.

You know, I used to think love had to be loud.

Grand gestures. Shouting from rooftops.

But Mas Gatra taught me otherwise.

He taught me love could be quiet. Could be soft.

Could be waiting for me at the end of a long day with eyes that say, “I missed you, Eby.”

Could be holding my hand in silence — and making it the loudest comfort in the world.

Sometimes I look at him and wonder if he even realizes what he does to me.

How his presence silences all the wars in my chest.

How he’s turned my once-lonely routines into sacred rituals.

How he makes existing feel like something I want to keep doing.

He’s got this strength too —

Not loud, not flashy. But the kind of strength that stays.

The kind that endures.

The kind that keeps showing up for me —

even when I don’t know how to show up for myself.

I hide my scars well.

I laugh, I write, I walk like nothing hurts —

but he sees through it.

Mas Gatra sees me.

Not just the version I hand to the world —

but the trembling hands behind the curtain, the quiet boy inside the man.

And he never runs.

He chooses me. Every day.

Even when I’m silent.

Even when I’m tired.

Even when I’m not sure if I deserve it.

That’s what Mas Gatra is to me:

A quiet choice.

A thousand small yesses.

A forever I never saw coming — but now, I can’t imagine life without.

He’s the poetry I stopped writing because he became the living version of it.

He’s the reason I stay.

The reason I try.

And God — I love him.

In every way a person can be loved.

(Face time! He's so handsome I could die, help me.)

With Love,

Eby ᥫ᭡.

[yourmeirsstuff]

My big heart energy.

Loving you is my sweetest peril.

With love,

Eby ᥫ᭡.

[yourmeirsstuff]

Gatra Satio

[14 Juli 2025]

You are the bouquet my soul has been reaching for. All the petals in the world wouldn't be enough to say what you mean to me, but I'd still try, one flower at a time.

You showed me, what love should be, mas sayang.

As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god. And I choose you, Mas Gatra.

Because,

mas is sooo easy to love. mas makes me feel safe. when mas helds my hand, it's like i'm flying to heaven. i love the idea how we kissed each other, gently, softly and fluffy.

mas makes me crossing the road like an adventure; with your hand on the small of my back. mas laughing easily too, mas is the softest person among the billion couple in the world, mas is soo gentle and kind. you understand when i'm quiet and when i'm being to loud.

mas is a good listener. you listend every part of me, of my words, and in my silence.

and mas will say,

"C'mere, Eby sayang." mas said it with your arms open wide and I would go.

"Stay a little longer." mas said it too, and I would stay for a thousand years, if I could.

With love,

Eby ᥫ᭡.

[yourmeirsstuff]

Gavien Meir Hattala

I was born under a stormy sky in 1997, and yeah for me, Gavien Meir Hattala isn’t just a name — I'm a rhythm between heartbeats, a soul carved out of both tenderness and quiet rebellion. I walk like poetry dressed in skin and silence, with a gaze that feels like it’s already read the ending of your story and still chooses to stay. (cheesy, but sounds cool tho. relax, you're still on my prologue.)

The Earth raised my body, but it was loneliness, late-night sidewalks, quiet café corners, and heartbreak inked into journal pages that truly raised my heart. The world sees someone calm and steady, but inside, Gavien (yeah, me) is a quiet storm — I feelneverything too much, but speaks of it too little. (pardon my bad.)

I carry scars — not the kind you can touch, but the kind you carry in your breath.

And I hide them pretty well.

So well, sometimes I forget they’re there… until something — or someone — brushes too close.

(And yeah, it didn’t make me happy — it terrified me.

Because someone dared to kiss the abyss where my ring of fire burns.

Like they weren’t afraid to love the part of me that could ruin them.)

Here's the plot, Gavien Meir Hattala in another POV.

Gavien doesn't open up easily. Not because he doesn’t want to — but because he’s been stitched back together too many times to risk being undone again.

He doesn’t fall in love like others do.

He dives — headfirst, eyes closed, heart open — into it.

When Gavien loves, he gives you his entire universe.

He remembers how you take your coffee, what your voice sounds like when you're tired, and all the ways your silence speaks louder than your words.

Because to him, love is a masterpiece painted one detail at a time.

He writes poetry he'll never show. He saves voicemails he’ll never replay.

And he carries the kind of love that makes even the coldest nights feel like July.

To the world, he might be just another boy with a quiet smile.

But to the one he loves?

He’s the home you never knew you were looking for.

And when he loves?

He loves like there’s no tomorrow.

Because to Gavien, love isn’t a chapter — it’s the whole damn book.

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒,

𝐼’𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡.

𝐼𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑,

𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛,

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒 ‘𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛.

𝑆𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡,

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 —

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑤𝑛.

[Gavien, 1997]

[yourmeirsstuff]

My Solace

It's an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to, and who'll accept you for what you are.

That's why, in every universe I want it to be you and me.

My dearest, darling, my universe . . .

Mas Gatra Satio,

There are a thousand ways to say “I love you,”

but somehow, none of them ever feel enough when it comes to you.

How do I explain what happens in my heart when I hear your voice?

How the world softens,

how time slows,

how every heavy thing feels a little lighter — just because you exist?

Mas Gatra, you are more than just someone I love.

You are my quiet after the noise,

my peace after the storm,

my favorite place to rest when the world feels too much.

There’s a softness in you that feels like poetry,

a strength in you that holds me even when we’re apart.

And every day, I fall in love with you all over again —

in the way you smile,

the way you care,

the way you love so gently yet so fully.

I love you, Mas Gatra sayang.

I love you in the small hours when everything is still.

I love you in the rush of the day, in the silence of the night.

I love you without condition, without pause, without end.

You are my once-in-a-lifetime.

My safe place.

My forever.

So if ever your heart grows tired,

or your spirit feels heavy,

I hope you always remember this:

There is a love in this world — mine — that was made just for you.

With every beat of my heart,

with every piece of who I am,

I love you, Mas Gatra sayang.

Forever yours,

Eby ♡

[yourmeirsstuff]

DISCLAIMER

Due to regulation about impersonation policies, I am inclined to mention that I am not the real Jeon Jungkook: nor do I have any connection to the singer, Hybe, BTS, et cetera.

This roleplay account will be treated as such, and is not inspired by the real singer’s character or mannerism. The account is made both to support as a fan and to support the writer’s writing skills slash other skills that roleplay involves. (Good luck to me, fingers crossed)

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