That was the last time I ever heard from Aylan. I didn't try to contact him either. He almost felt like a dream. Came and went like a gush of wind. The only thing that made it real was the pain and the book he gifted me. If it wasn't for those two things, I would've thought that Aylan was only a fragment of my imagination.
If I was ever good at loving, he only made me better.
Sometimes I'd wonder where he would be. I'd picture him by the roaring waves of beautiful beaches, in the middle of abandoned forests and on top of large mountains. I haven't seen anyone who had such an obsession with life. He enjoyed every little thing around him. Occasionally, I would wish if I could be more like him. To look at life in a positive way.
I still have a lot of things to cover from my bucket list. A few new ones have found their way into it. I hope I will meet him someday. Only to see him from a distance. To make sure he got everything he wished for. Or maybe, say a proper goodbye.
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Dragonflies
RomanceThere are times in our lives that we look for something deliberately and grow tired of the search when it isn't found. Later, we might decide that it doesn't exist or that it is lost beyond the pursuit. But then, one fine day it falls right in to yo...
