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I wonder if you still think of me, if you still care for me. Nothing more, nothing less.

   The inescapable truth is: People don’t seem to understand us. They can’t. They don’t see us for who we really are. Oh, they try—they really do. Inside we long for just, at least, one person who feels as if they truly understand us. But if we’re really honest, I guess we’re the ones who struggle the most to understand ourselves—to see ourselves honestly and accurately for who we really are. We’re the ones who have the hardest time of all.

Moving on with my life.

   To be quite honest, you make me happy. The kind where I smile when you smile, and even when you don’t smile, your heartfelt words seem to sweep me off my feet. You give me good vibes, and I can’t help but feel thankful for having such a divine friend.

   Sometimes the sky is the Earth, and the Earth is the sky. During settle nights I wish that was how life was arranged, or rearranged at the least. To watch flowers bloom from that breathtaking supernova, or to witness the rebirth of life in the absence of gravity. Is it naive to make a wish on a shooting star? Well it’s the exact action I take every night, only I imagine myself stranded on that celestial object wandering the night skies. Maybe what is needed is for the complexities to become ethereal, and just simply vanish. But the Earth is Earth, and I cannot simply whisk myself away on a shooting star, nor can spring occur in the death of the light spraying throughout the Earth at twilight. As for the sky, I can still persistently wish with my eyes closed. Maybe one day, it’ll all come true.

   Treasure your experiences from now on, but also, so you don’t just regret your past. One day, your painful memories will definitely become the knowledge you need. The knowledge you need to protect yourself, and the people you love.