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I’m from a place where fireflies light the trees like magic and a kiss from a boy too early is a sin. I love like my father; from afar, wishing you well. I learned from my mother to hide behind a sharp tongue.
When I say hello, please treat it as if it’s the first you have ever heard.
As I’m terrified of goodbyes.
If I say goodbye, please believe that will be the last time you will feel the warmth of me in your bed, the taste of my lips, or the beating of my heart.
I have problems letting go.
Gave my heart to a wayward boy, and he gave it back. Cannot blame him for falling because I’ve wished to fall all my life.
To slow dance with a beautiful boy and create fireworks on rooftops.
When a boy breaks your heart once, you never look at him quite the same. You lose love and find it in another. Catching glimpses of happiness in reflections.
When they decide, you are too hard to love; You must follow their lead one last time.
And let go…
Asia~Blue
Letter to the Past
31st July 2023
West Village, New York
Wishful Thinking 
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