To my certain someone,

I’ve already lost track of how many hours I’ve spent staring into emptiness, my mind drifting through memories of you and the moments we used to share.

Just yesterday, Old Zhao pulled me along to a café, hoping he could lift my spirits. The coffee was good, its warmth was a small comfort, but it didn’t ease the ache in my chest. As I took a sip, I caught myself wishing it was you sitting across from me instead.

I miss you so much, Ge.

So from now on, I’ll pour my thoughts into words, filling these pages until I don’t have to anymore… until it’s really you I get to speak with once again.

I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes.