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Última publicación lun, ago 18, 2025
This is my farewell to something beautiful.
I hope after this, I can fully look back at it with a smile. These chapters hold precious memories I had with him. That's why I wrote it down. A better way to preserve a memory is by turning it into soft literature.
And I truly know, he deserves to be a muse. He deserves to be loved out loud. In this way of remembering our time together, I wish to make up for my ignorance, now turned into regret.
This book will be mostly written from my POV at that time, and part of my reminiscing now.
I have one wish:
I hope he doesn't get to read this.
^^
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