And if only our afterlives exist,

I’d still wait for you in a place where flowers bloom but never wilt. Because in there, I found you first in our present — and in there, I’m sure I can find you again in our next. – El

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And on the next few years,

there will be a time where I’ll open my century-old journal again. I would look through the pages and caress every part of it — until I find you. There will be a time where your name wouldn’t scare me anymore, as if it was a gunshot and I was a bull’s eye. There will…

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Fill my soul with the words I longed for before…

… for it matters to me than it matters to you. Caress me, soft and timid I am, hold me in fatality and bruises until your last peck. Show me how to indulge myself in a way that I could recognize my subtle heart no more. Guide me along the tips from the dim void…

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