27/12/2024
#๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ | ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ
๐๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ตโฆ
Ushering unfamiliar souls into the warmth of shared dialogue and weaving unseen connections between kindred spirits. At the outset, ๐ฌ๐ resembled those shiny things in the skyโ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ, ๐ช๐ฃ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐, ๐ฎ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ๐๐๐ฉ.
We forged celestial patterns invisible to all others.
With your sweet, comforting words, it feels like a warm embrace. Together, we etched constellations no one could see. ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ช๐๐๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐ฉ, ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐งโ๐ ๐๐ข ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐ฉ, ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช
Each day, our connection became stronger; ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. You put the largest smile on my face that no one has ever done. You are the perfect dream; I do not want to come alive.
๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ-๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐บ.
Where are the, โgood nights,โ that we used to shareโthe ones that whispered, โsee you in my dreams?โ What happened to the, โgood mornings,โ that meant, โrise and shine, you have a day to slay?โ
What happened to the story we wroteโwhy do the characters feel like strangers, their actions unfamiliar in the tale we once knew so well?
I miss your touch, your hands. I miss your eyes and how they roved up and downโalways making me feel seen. ๐ ๐ข๐๐จ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐จ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ก. It makes me panic; restlessly running around while at the same time it freezes me in placeโunmoving.
Then, out of curiosity and growing despair, I questioned you and replied, "My parents saw us. They donโt want me to see you again. Iโm sorry.โ
๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จโ๐ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต. ๐๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จโ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
I can't put it into words, but books have recorded itโthe same story, a different century.
๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐ก๐ฌ๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐จ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ช๐จ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ดโ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต.
The stars may not have aligned for us, but I am endlessly grateful that we metโeven only for a moment. I hope one day we will cross again into characters we want to become and until then, our half-written story rests in the quiet corners of my heart.
I now canโt seem to identify if what I feel is longing or dread and I am not certain if I want to know.
As I look out the window, and look up at the night sky, I wonder if you would be staring at the same moon, constellations, and colorful lights of New Yearโs skyโthinking of me as I think of you.
๐๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐จ๐๐๐, ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฎ๐ค๐ชโ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐จ๐ข๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ๐จ๐๐ก๐.
This upcoming New Year brings the promise of new beginnings, but it also carries echoes of what could have been. As the clock strikes midnight, I close my eyes and whisper a wishโfor you, for me, and the chance of another chapter beneath these same stars.
๐๐ค๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ช๐ฉ๐๐๐ช๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค ๐จ๐ค๐ค๐ฃ, ๐๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉโฆ
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Written by Mark Kyvyn Embradora
