Today, exactly a year ago...
Exactly a year ago, the last time you woke up in the morning. You were very sweet, thoughtful, and you came across to me in love.
Finally I saw you again, as I had met you. In love, loving and cuddly.
You were before, but I felt like you were holding back since I was with you, since Ho Chi Minh. I didn't come to a loving pure contact with you.
That night before, with that particular fear in your eyes, and in your voice, you said, “I don't want you to leave at all.”
But I would go back so you could resume your journey. Alone. And if you came back, we'd go see how we could establish our relationship.
But you never went on alone again. No further than Hoi An. I felt your last heartbeat a year ago tonight. It's engraved in my memory. In my right hand, in my fingertips.
The memory already hurts so much. Let alone the realization that you're gone. That I was crazy about you and you died right in front of me.
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