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It has been a long few months. When I think of it, it seems like nothing had happened. Only an old movie reeling, no sound, no feeling, just sephia colored moving objects. The dream began with line of words written, the mare began with line of words spoken.

“Fine! Just do whatever you want, I’m gonna go stay with Kahli” I squealed with tears brimming in my eyes and heart raging with rage. The tremble in my voice, he mistakes it for my neediness. And the erratic motion of my hands packing, he mistakes it for hysteric. And right at that moment, the mare begin.

“I’m sure someday I’ll visit your city, I’m just waiting a reason to reveals itself” wrote him. And it did… revealed itself like an exhibitionist revealing himself to unsuspecting strangers happy to indulge his fetish and unaware of strangers’ wariness.

I wrote and wrote and wrote and he replied and replied and replied. Incessantly tiny envelope will flash at the bottom of my monitor. My working time started to shape itself around the emails. 20 minutes working on my spreadsheet, 10 minutes reading email and replying. “Reply please…reply please… replay ple…reple” chanting in my head.
Soon the envelope poops up, soon it will… and it did. Quite a good few months before the mare began and a good few days after the dream began.