Those mooncakes reminds me of you. In fact, most inanimate things sometimes remind me of useless insignificant events we used to mull over and talk about. Small, intimate talk that was a source of outlet in disparagement or anger at anyone else. I don’t know why I remember these things, I think I will always be cursed with these memories. I wonder now in amazement how people never really change but things do.
The truest things I remember are the odd, minute moments that you forget. Moments anyone else would forget, but these are the things I keep, useless and dark, a sprinkle of bittersweet treasures, everything that used to mean a lot. All of it are hard to describe, they are simple but complicated, they twist around my heart, make me trip.
Memory plays tricks on you after a while, you get chronically tired after replaying the same things on repeat and sometimes you don’t really know if these events happened because they were so small to begin with. Today I wish you wholesome of happiness wherever you go, and I hold on to a hope that maybe in your subconscious mind, you keep a bit of those shared secrets as well.
This is for you, happy birthday you.
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