The Art of Letting Go
“I can’t
sleep. Again. Help me. I think too much.” She said desperately. I watched her
barely breathing, trying to swallow all the oxygen around us. I kept silent.
“stop
trying.” I said, “you need to let it go sometimes, just like smoking, if you
keep the smoke in your mouth, you’ll get a terrible cough.” I continued.
“I don’t
smoke.” Said she.
“that’s a
metaphor, you silly.” I brushed her hair.
“just like
us, we are not real,”
“Of course,
we are real, our relationship is real, at least my love towards you is real.” She
restrained. “I love you.”
“sweetheart,
if we are real, they could see me, and they won’t laugh at you.”
“I’m sorry
dear, are you okay? Who are you talking to? Are you lost? What are you doing
here alone?” someone interrupted us.
“I think it’s
time for you to let me go, good night
love.” And I vanished away.
love.” And I vanished away.
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