Into dazzling ones

I want to always be there for you, a boring cliche yet proper bullshit, handwritten on his birthday card. But we are busy on our own. You’ve got your own business and so do I. We didn’t text daily. We have that difficulty to meet each other.

You never be there for him, Prit.

***

One time, you asked him.
“How disappointing am I for you?”
“Never.”

Months passed. You came up with the same question.
“How disappointing am I for you?”
“Not much.”
He became a total liar that time. You really disappointed him, lots.

***

A late night conversation. As we did many times before.

“Do you hate me that much? I thought you are.”

Oh, Dear. Never, in a lifetime. And please bear in your mind that it won’t be happen.

***

You can just buy another pen. Or create a new layout in InDesign, print it out, bind it up, to make another personalized journal like you used to.

But you did nothing. You bought no pen. You made no journal. You’ve got a dozen new from others, but you still stick on those pens and journal. Those things where he blended in his fresh humor and creativity; those personal touch he put on every single thing he gave you. Even it just ordinary stationary, he put a touch that made those thing amazing.

***

For those pens, journal, books, gifts, noons, evenings, nights, laughter, jokes, reminders, talks, chitchats, and countless joy I had from you, thank you. For being that impeccable, for reject nothing, for every stories and games we’ve trade, thank you. I’ve wrote it before but I would like to repeat it over: thank you for turned little things into dazzling ones, Is.

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