Thank you for being a person in your heart.
The collar of every red sweater he knitted was crooked to one side, which was a flaw unique to that person.
That person's name is engraved on the flowerpot on his balcony.
On the day he took me in, he said:
"Don't let the succulent freeze again."
"Don't let yourself... Wander anymore."
I am greedy for this warmth, but I live in the shadow of another person all the time.
Until I recognized that the cracks on the pottery pot that he regarded as a treasure came from an old flower pot that I broke a year ago.
It turns out that this encounter may not be accidental.
——Am I the substitute for his longing, or the missing other half in his story?
Intention: Learn to say goodbye, walk with warmth, and let scars become the pattern of life.