A piece of writing I wrote out of boredom
Winter's Spring 2

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2022.08.11Views 46
The evening primrose blossoms, cool and in the cool night breeze, bloomed in full bloom. I smiled faintly as I remembered you, who was spring to me. How long had it taken me to savor the memory of you? The memories that had crumbled because of you gradually dulled. Finally, I let you go and found myself. It was truly amusing how I had grieved alone because of you. Now that I've let you go, the smiles I'd lost are gradually filling up. Now that I've forgotten you, I've found people to protect in your stead. It's so precious that the time I waited for you seems wasted. The forgotten emotions still sting, screaming for me to remember you. But if this is also a lesson and a prize I've gained from you, I intend to engrave it even more deeply. I wonder why I missed you so desperately, when I could have forgotten you as a mere memory. Now, I intend to feel the happiness I've put off with my precious people. This is a refreshing night, as if the invisible chains that had bound me for so long have been released.