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  At night, you come into my dreams, inviting me to share a meal with you. This delights me, yet I watch you—quiet and powerless—as you hurl the stones of your inner conflicts with immense vehemence… By day, even when I feel strong, I carry your unease within me: that cough betraying your sadness and your struggle to communicate… and sometimes, that stomachache—like a guilty past you cannot digest, cannot forgive yourself for… I long to share with you, this joy and childlike carefree spirit that now forms the skeleton of my being… The happiness of plunging my hands into the garden soil, giving and nurturing life. The pleasure of cooking and savoring what I've grown. These conversations filled with smiles and laughter among friends. These words, shapes, and colors I bring to life day by day—blazing suns that light up my world… I wish to brighten your night. Forgive yourself, love yourself… and let us meet again!...

I Remember - 3

I remember not being able to identify what I felt for you... It was clearly a strong friendship, and also something much stronger that I could not name…


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I remember one day, during a lunch break, when we were alone in your office and talking. I considered that this might be the perfect moment to tell you how I felt… At one point, you said: ‘If one day I get married, my husband will have to…’; I no longer remember the end of that sentence, only the tone, which I found deeply selfish and authoritarian, not to mention the fact that you talked about a commitment that intimidated me…


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I remember the day when you no longer had a computer, and I invited you to come and sit next to me to type up your report... and how challenging I found it to concentrate afterward…


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I remember that afternoon (squash, billiards), then that night (disco), which was particularly unpleasant... I had no desire to be with you in society… There, you seemed entirely different…


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I remember the next morning when our friends, you, and I had breakfast at my place, and the disparaging comment I made to you... Looking back, I understand that the anger I felt then was directed at myself because I was unable to confess my feelings to you…


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I remember that, wanting to avenge yourself for my disparaging comment from the previous days, you, like a child, had stolen the ball from my computer mouse when I wasn't attentive...



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