Letter no. 4: Fallen Star

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Dear Mr. Programmer:

At last, the wish has been granted.
We worked on a project and I was floating in awe.
Every conversations ended with jokes from that book I read about.
I heard your weird laughs and rants.
Then, now I know why did I tried to catch that fallen star.
You drawn your arms to make my lips smile because you said it was better that way.
I felt paralyzed after that.
It seems like I will have to catch my breath in a heartbeat.

I would not want to miss these moments.
You knew I'm forgetful.
That is why I wrote these whenever I had time.
Unknowingly in the middle of all these laughs, I can still have something to keep.
It somehow lessens the burden I feel.
You are the star that took my breath away.

Sincerely,
Hope

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