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Letter of lost count

Dear you,
Yes, you. Still the same you.

This evening, I listened to newest Mraz’s song - I Won’t Give Up. It was funny because my mind played a video where I cried like a lunatic after our so-called-break up.
It was sad. For me.
I was then thanked God that I did not listen to this song six months ago, otherwise I would just go mad and do something that you would not dare to imagine. Neither would I. Well, like I probably let myself drown into a Baltic Sea and eaten by a shark. Dramatic enough, eh?

Yes, little bit overrated. I know.

Dear you,
I know that you probably happy now. Having someone else by your side, someone that loves you and so do you. It must be really…really..well, I can not find the suitable words. But you can guess, knowing that fact made me frustrated, especially that you were (which was intentional or not) the one who is telling me.
But hey, I am fine now.

Dear you,
Probably you do not have a slightest thought about me now, no I bet you don’t.
People change. So do you. So do I. So does the relationship between us. We are no longer say hi to each other. At least that’s what happen. No communication at all. Or maybe you like it that way? Cause yes, I somehow feel comfortable with this moment. I don’t even know what we are now.
But maybe that’s the best for us to not have a single definition, the definition that killed us before. It’s the best that each of us have our own life, walk on our own journey, laugh happily.
Who knows that later in time, our path would cross each other and then we would meet again, in a better situation.

Yeah, who knows.

Dear you,
I just read all the letters and words of despair I wrote you back then, and you know what? I never really realised I liked you so much..that you were able to make me fall for you.
Hence, the most happiest feeling is when I read them all and I feel nothing. I feel like I was so stupid and then I started to laugh about it all. Knowing that my feeling towards you already reached..I dunno..null percent?

That is quite relieving.

Dear you,
As a good friend that I once had, I only wish that you have a good and happiness life there.Good bye :)

rgrds,
.putt.

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Gute Nacht, universe :)

“Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe [Manuscript, 2 p., ca. May 1849]. Clearly sensing that “Annabel Lee” would be his last poem, Poe took the unusual step, after finishing it in May 1849, of writing out several copies, of which this signed copy is one, and circulating them among his friends to ensure that the poem would not go unnoticed. Poe read the poem in lectures in Richmond and sold it, along with “The Bells,” to Sartain’s Union Magazine of Literature and Art for publication. However, it was first printed in the New-York Daily Tribune on October 9, 1849, only two days after the poet’s death, rushed into print by Rufus Griswold, who had received a copy for later inclusion in the tenth edition of The Poets and Poetry of America. Although at least four of Poe’s women friends claimed to have inspired “Annabel Lee,” the poet’s real motivation may be a reflection of his continued mourning for his wife, Virginia, who died two years earlier. (via Columbia.edu)

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“Don’t you let me go, let me go, tonight..”
 (Tonight - Lykke Li)

Listening to this song, my heart is bouncing.

Sometimes I want to turn back times and be a kid. Have fight with others then make up again. Easily forget about everything.
Kids fall off to the ground, get hurt, but then easily get up and play again.
Be happy.

Isn’t it beautiful?

But all I wanna do now is blowing bubbles like kids do. Blowing my bubbles. Bubbles of love and hopes; so those could fly, fly very far, then pop in the air.
Then I will smile, well maybe giggle a bit.

These last months are enough.
Even though you don’t say it obviously, I know.
It’s time to give up, move on, then be happy.
I will let you go off. Let you fly. Forever.

And sorry Ms. Li, I disagree with you tonight.

rgrds,
.putt.