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AUTHOR'S NOTE : The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
SO FIND YOUR WAY, OUT OF MY SIGHT.

Sunday, February 11, 2024

hope it's nice where you are.

hi. it was your birthday yesterday. i miss you. you are and always been my love. since i was 20, since you kissed me that night. like if you call me today, right now, right at this moment - i would just drop everything and go to you. nothing else matters. i don't know if it's you or the idea of you. but when i was with you, i'm at peace. things just flow, i don't have to think, i don't have to force anything. i remember our last meet up. during your final days in malacca, in front of your hostel. our last kiss. as years go by, we talked a few times. and the last time was when you got married and didn't even bother to tell me. i wish you the best and that's it - done and dusted. like everything means nothing. i'm still lost, you know. i still don't find my way. but i hope it's nice where you are.

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