If you could stay anywhere, anywhere in the world….where would you choose to be?

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The princess had a dream.

And in it, she was in love.

Wishfully, wistfully in love…

With someone who’s hands are just out of reach.

In love

With a figure she could only see in her mind;

Who’s presence preoccupied her every thought

Between the moments of sleep and wake.

Sometimes she wondered if what she called reality was just a dream after all

While the dream was instead real.

Slowly, you become the definition of my reality.

Then one day

The dream ended.

And the truth crashed down upon her

That maybe…

Maybe it was too good to be true after all.

Maybe love didn’t exist, and dreams should forever remain dreams.

Yet unable to deny that ache within her heart,

The princess swore to find that person no matter how long it took.

She came up with a message

To which only one person would know the reply that she sought

And asked the wind to repeat it

Saying the words over and over

As it blew near and far.

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Time slowly passed

…Memories became faint

While forgotten promises fell like petals after rain.

Perhaps the person heard it

And found her.

Perhaps they didn’t…

And the princess died alone.

Yet true to its promise

The wind kept repeating the words

If you could stay anywhere, anywhere in the world….where would you choose to be?

Until one day,

When spring and summer had long past

The first autumn leaf heard the wind’s whispered words.

With a quick goodbye to its mother tree the leaf flew,

Far, far and still further…

With the wind leading the way.

Why, I’d want to be with you, of course.

In that place, of that time

To that world where dreams of “you” and “me”

Are forever.

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End.

Ah….

But not everyone can live in a fairy tale, ne?

Not everyone has wind under their command.

So let us rewrite the story…

Not once upon a time

But in the here and now…

There is a common maiden.

And the girl also had a dream.

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Where would I choose to be?

I see lights

A pale white bulb attached to the wall

The glow reflected by the sink-

No, no need for chandeliers.

(I can see you in my heart even if I close my eyes hehe)

I taste soup

The flavor of beef and spices still lingering from dinner.

No, no fancy menus-

Just one large bowl of soup noodles, split into two.

(You can have the bigger portion~~)

I smell soap

The distinct scent of lavender soap-

$1.99 a bottle.

(Your hands might be dry if you use it too much, so I’ll wash the dishes instead<3)

I hear splashing

Scrubbing.

A sponge dripping wet.

I feel water

Running through my hands.

I feel the smoothness of clean bowls and pans…

I feel content after a full dinner.

But most importantly,

I feel you

Standing close to me.

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Where I want to be?

My dream is of dirty dishes…

Dinner together…

And a pair of used chopsticks placed side by side.

Yours, and mine.