"It's been a couple of years since the last time we talked.
Would it be OK to admit that I still write about you? Would you feel moved if you read these tattooed letters I inked for you?
After agreeing to each our own, I hope it's still okay to say Hello. Get to know where have you been these years.
I hope it's still okay to be someone as your almost-a-friend. Even from the past years, we've been almost-a-lover at night and almost-a-strangers by morning.
I hope it's still okay to miss the hug you gave me after you got me a toy from a claw machine. I still have it.
I hope it's still valid to have reasons why I run from something I never did. To haunt back the things I left along the way of saving the piece of love I carried for you.
I hope it's still okay to step on your doorway, say Hi, and I promise to walk-out right away. Even in this letter, I admit I would stand on your doorway under the rain until my shoes filled with water— under the sun until I sweat an ocean.
I hope it's still okay to just say Hi."
—Jhunamae Moja (smnllyl,hi)
Journal Date: 07.13.23
