This memo is just in case I will disappear.
For the second time.
I feel like I'm standing in the mountains alone, wearing a blindfold. I keep hearing your voice, but you are not there. You are just saying that you are from the distance.
Before I left earlier, all I could think of was that I will never come back. It was my attempt to leave everything. It was my plan to disappear from everything. But before I left, I met you.
I felt I wasn't alone anymore. In that moment I was happy. I knew it was just a breeze of the moment, but I was happy. I said thank you back then. For I never thought I could feel it anymore. But it was too late to bac