When her flight finally landed, we hugged each other desperately, just wanting to put each other in our bodies. Opening the door of the room, she saw that the whole room was covered with rose petals, and I love you spelled out with roses and candles on the table. Hugs, kisses, all we can do is to forget the time and the distance of half the earth now.
I left here the next day and we were in the same place again, yesterday was a reunion, today is a separation. We can't change our itinerary, all we can do is to cherish the short meeting.
When I got home, her email said she missed me. And I am not, but two people always have to be stronger, I hope that the one who insists on insisting is not me.
"Darling, open the cabinet on the left side of the bed, take the things on it, and see what's there?"
"Well? What's there?"
"Just look at it~"
"...Ah? One envelope, one The letter... did you write it?"
"Yeah, haha, yes. That way you won't miss me that much"
"Ah? Why is there 1/7 on the envelope, and there are 6 more?"
"Yes, every time I'll show you one letter next time, you read it, and I'll be back."
"Where are the other 6 letters?"
"Of course I can't tell you, stupid."
Each letter is a passage from our past. story. There are always so many memories of the days we spent together. Oh, by the way, the ending of the story...isn't always perfect. I'm afraid that I can't find it too deep, and I can't see it too easily. Such a small person in the room is so careful. In less than half the time, 7 letters were found and 6 letters were found, and the last letter was also recruited under coercion and lure. The way back is still so long.
The flowers are similar year after year, but these letters have already disappeared. All that is left is a sigh while watching a movie.
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