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dear ms field,
good evening, madam. i have started missing you for a year, i guess. you know my person. your smile attracts me all the time. your thoughts, your talks and even your tastes are so interesting to me.
i know you've gone to a trip and just been through a hard time just like me. i read about you. i was told that you are still the same. the way you behave is still -- hate to be controlled. people say your wildness will put you down one day. however, eventually, their endless desire and envy will bury them first. i admire your witness and bravery which i used to have. those core of your nature have been embedded in you eyes like forever. That makes you.
I have got your news recently. i really dont know what words can exactly describe my delight. i couldnt help but reading my watch again and again to expect that day. i should've been detached, at least, from the appearance.
i miss the day we lied on the grass. wind breezed. clouds danced without music. you sang like my black angel. i listened with my skin and heart. we have got our words. we've got our words.
your faithfully,
sword
