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I made the wire spray bottle for my first project in 3D Design, way back in the fall. That was where I met *

The lily was the last gift given to me from * before we part ways.

Today i found it like that, put together by my mom, who doesn't know what happened between us.

I dont think about * much ever since we part, but every so often I get reminded that * was here once. I just thought it was.. poetic? Ironic? That the first and last physical reminders lf you are together.

not because i don't see its growth, but i can't bear the weight of time that'll drive me to ruins.

I love you so much it's familial. It runs so deep that it's the depth of the ocean. This is not something created for romance nor a level of friendship. In my heart of hearts, I truly believe we were related in the past life of mine, or, if you'll grant me the honor, our next life. I'd trade anything to be your older sister, my girl. You truly mean the world to me.

I can't bear it in silence within this heavy heart.

I know of love because I know you.

I don't miss you. Not anymore.

It's also the process of genuine admiration because you really left our homeland for us to have a chance of college here. To be better. You left home and everything you've worked so hard for just to drive for Uber and struggle with the translations.

It's also the slow understanding that they are no more than regular people. And I am no saint either. And sometimes we dont see eye to eye despite sharing the same eyes.

I don't think I'll ever forget the words you said to me, and I don't believe that I'll ever receive an apology either. But I can't bear with this weight of resentment nor the understanding of my love for you. That is to say, I forgive you. It's all of our first time being humans, let alone parents of three kids—but I don't think I would've ever said those things to my own kin.