They still might hide in a bottle of ink, or in the cap of pen, or maybe in my heart that calls your name secretly..
I used to think my letter would never be delivered to you..
But, maybe it's true.. there are always many words I intend to convey.. and those are just going to come back and covered.
I will just describe what I am feeling right now..
It's like dry soil has been looking forward to encountering the first drop of rain..
It misses it so much..
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