Hi Kieu…em,
First snow of the season is here. The world turn white, and it adds few degree to the ever dropping temperate. Cars and roads struggle on their way home after work. When it cold like this I like to stay in, brew a cup of coffee, nestle by the fireplace, and read my book. Often, while reading, memories flood back, bring with it the picture of you – of us.
It suffocated me.
I try to hold on to whenever I could, when these raw feeling come rushing in, I afraid it might someday take hold and drive me crazy. I have a system in place, where when certain event happens I keep myself busy, like go outside in the cold for a walk, or chopping firewood, or go down the river and fish; hoping it go away.
It never did.
I have tried to meditate, live with it, welcoming it. It is easier said than done, em. The thought of not knowing where you are, what you do, and what happen to you tear my heart apart. All I can do is write these lines, hoping someday, the wind carries it to you, whisper in your ears, and fate bring you back to me.
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