Dazai Osamu and I met one winter.
That winter, the vast white snow smothered the colors in people's hearts, and the stray dogs seemed about to freeze to death. We struggled to survive, thinking of nothing at all.
We didn't think about the future or what came next. I was simply certain that we could stay together for a long time.
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Dazai Osamu and I parted in the spring.
I remember clearly that when I got up that day, the flowers by the window were just coming into bloom. They were lovely irises.
But I searched and searched, and couldn't find my lover, who was just like a flower.
My lover was like a flower. He was what cotton candy meant: sweet and soft. I loved him so much.
I loved him so much, and had never once thought that we might part.
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We didn't even say goodbye. The paths of our lives briefly split apart. Our lines stretched into the distance, and I thought they could never turn back.
Until one day, I saw him again.
He stood at the center of everyone, his expression cool and impatient. I noticed that he was wrapped in bandages, and black filth seeped from his brown eyes.
Was he still my Dazai Osamu?
.
I recognized him with just one glance.
Yes. Of course he was.
He was my beloved stray dog.
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I know that Dazai Osamu is cotton candy, and I know that Dazai Osamu is a stray dog.
But what does it matter? I love Dazai Osamu.
After I met you, I came to love everything about you. I grew fond of both stray dogs and cotton candy.
Theme: My dear, what are you thinking?
Later I realized that the author hadn't updated it for a long time.
The author's writing style doesn't match her personality
The author's writing style doesn't match her personality.
I cried at the beginning!!! But the way he said it made me laugh hhhhh