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Dear Tsuki

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Dear Tsuki, I used to be afraid of attachments, Yet, here I am, clinging to a delicate tether that binds me to you. Dear Tsuki, I used to dream of being independent, Yet, here I am, finding solace leaning on you for my daily dose of happiness. Dear Tsuki, I used to fight to be free, Yet, here I am, surrendering and cherishing every moment as if it were a sacred offering. Dear Tsuki, I used to wish to be strong, Yet, here I am, weaving my joys into the tapestry of your moonlight, Strength found not in solitude but in the shared glow of our moments. LWINT

Reversed Reality

In the past, my usual nightmares were about losing her. Reality itself was the solace after, by telling myself that nightmare doesn't matter. Yesterday night, I dreamt about her. She was with me together, vividly without a blur. She said yes even before I could kneel down, her smile shone brighter than a star in the white gown. Reality itself became a nightmare, memories of losing her drove me into the endless despair. Hoping is the thing I now do best, that the time would stich all my wounds back. LWINT

And thus, we grew apart 1

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"Remember fantasizing about the good old romance novels we used to read as adolescents? Happy endings, like 'He kneeled down under the horizon and she said "Yes." They married and lived happily ever after.' It was never that hard for us to get married happily. The thing that always made us hesitant in saying 'Yes' or kneeling down was the doubt of 'what comes after it (the marriage)?' There was a boy and a girl who came from different backgrounds with different ambitions. The boy wanted to run free like a dog through the spacious fields, while the girl always dreamed of a settled and fulfilling life of a successful marriage. Compromise? Of course, they did. The boy decided to pursue how to develop a business, and the girl let him run loose sometimes to give him freedom. But, yes... that 'but,' which always leads to all the unwanted things after it. The boy left her and their hometown to chase the compromised dream. He worked as a regular s

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