Closing your eyes, it feels like you are back on the plastic runway we walked hand in hand, breathing in the sweet air with your faint fragrance, and becoming that ignorant girl who is not afraid of the future and loves crazy fantasies again. After all the beautiful memories that have been engraved into my life little by little, you have become the past that I am most attached to. I understand that youth is for remembering. I once liked you, as if I was obsessed with you, and enjoyed that honey-like hazy beauty. I knew you were an out-of-reach star, but I still fell in love with you like a moth to a flame.
——To my dearest M
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