"I love you so..."
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Last published Sun, Nov 2, 2025
"The greatest love stories are almost always tragedies." I firmly disagreed with this opinion merely due to personal reasons and manifestations of something I had longed for as long as I can remember, that is, until I myself became a part of the tragedy. Maybe, not the tragedy itself entirely. Tragedies are simply tragedies, there's no "Everything will be okay" or "What/who is gone is gone, you can't bring it/them back" or " Life goes on" in it.
届くかな。届くといいな。
(Will it reach you? I hope it does.)
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