You smiled and said that it is easier to stay afloat if you hold your breath. I believed you and have been holding my breath since. I sometimes open the photo album and with a knife I cut the black sky into two symmetrical fields and wished. And in the end it will always come around with a million colors all around. It will always be okay. Because love made us and we can be anything.

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