There's an end to everything.
Thank you all for supporting me when I wrote the piece, "Dear You." In fact, it's no secret anymore that I'm addressing it to someone whom I fully loved for one year and counting.
Unfortunately, it will come to an end.
The universe must tell me if I have to change my mind.
Who was he?
He was my beloved soul. Born in the far-east steppes of mainland Asia, he rose to the ranks. He was a firm, steady steel, and a jewel as a gift at the same time. In fact, the universe rewarded him in return, to the people in the land of the perpetual blue sky.
He was born in the year of the rat, a fusion between the scriptures of the North Village of the Rising Sun, and of course, the legend born in the land of unity in diversity, when it was still subjected to the empire where the sun never did set. The two elements that made fusion towards that year of the rat might have never met before...
This man opened my eyes, and my ears towards his homeland. I was never interested in knowing more about the land of his origin, until he came.
He made an impact towards my life, but now this admiration has to end.
Nevertheless, I will still remember that effortlessly handsome face who seemed to be unfriendly to simple people, nevertheless someone with an interesting personality in my book.
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Dear You
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