The pen cap came off and went back on, came off and went back on...
In the end, I still picked up my pen and wrote on the card.
The card was blue. He liked blue.
I planned to confess to him on the ninety-ninth day, because ninety-nine sounds like "forever and ever" in Chinese.
I wanted to be with him for a long, long time.
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I didn't confess, because he had already received the pink envelope he wanted.
Pink, not blue.
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I locked away everything that had to do with him.
I meant to throw it all out, so I could put it out of sight and out of mind. But I couldn't bear to.
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Yes, I couldn't bear to.
I couldn't bear to part with the things he gave me, or with him.
I want to try for one more chance. Mm, maybe I'll start by becoming friends with him again.
Theme: A story I've been thinking about for a long time. It's very understated, and mostly about two boys saving each other and shining together.
