I thought about something while flying the kite. In time to come, we don't need them to come back anymore. Their shadows that we would cling on will see us through.

Just like that, moving on creeped in. Without you, not accepting felt easier and safe. But now to acknowledge that you did finally after years feels just like running with the wind while the kite soars. Or running and feeling that it is done. It is finally over. Straight and fast out of the labyrinth. I choose it and we choose it. And even being in the same room didn't matter. History didn't repeat. Seeing clearly for the first time happened. Smoking out the window to see for myself what was out there that you didn't see, knew that you will never see.

Never mind that you won't see. But thank you for leading me back to the start where I fell. The fall was so beautiful that I allowed to be blind by your light. It's not you, it was me that made you beautiful. Credits to Joy.

- Vanessa, I miss you.

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