Let’s say you will fly, realise that sunshine is guiding your flight, enjoy papa and mama, kiss them and hug them all the time. Let’s say you will find salsa in the way to Seúl, you will be learning and smiling every day there. Let’s say they discover that sunshine is the result of your eyes and let’s say you will be full of adventures, dancing ones, landscape ones, and yes, maybe also some from university (for your free times). Let’s say the light of Christmas will become part of your common tools again, let’s say the white jacket comes back and also the astonishing ice princess. Let’s say I will have the chance again to listen the stories, to hear about the adventures, to enjoy your magnificent beauty again... just let’s say so
Dear JC, It's peculiar, isn't it, how the mind clings to memories, especially those we wish to forget? Some nights, I find myself ensnared in a web of dreams, each thread woven with echoes of you. You, who dominated my thoughts, still reign in the kingdom of my nighttime musings. I remember, with an unsettling clarity, every encounter, every word, and every smirk. The way your laughter would echo down hallways, a haunting melody that played on all my strings. The cold glint in your eyes as you found new ways to assert your dominance, your power, unyielding and absolute. In these dreams, I revisit those days, each detail meticulously preserved in the museum of my mind. The corridors, once mundane, now seem like twisted labyrinths in my dreams, with you as the ever-present Minotaur, both feared and revered. Sometimes, I wonder if you ever think of those days. Do you ever recall the weight of your words and actions? Or have they dissolved into the ether, insignificant and forgotte
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