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At first I thought I’d go to one of those days dad drove me crazy about something stupid and I’d either stand up to him or have a deep conversation about why he does it. But honestly, it’d be a waste of time traveling opportunity. Neither I’d be strong enough to stand up to him, nor he’d suddenly be an understanding father.
Right now I just want a magical moment. I haven’t had one in a long time.
I choose that day in the desert where me and my soulmate/best-friend where on the hill, in the night under the stars, listening to those two songs by Yann Tiersen that we thought described our lives. I was so emotional. It was quiet and the sky was so beautiful. We were talking at first but it turned into silence. I jumped up and suddenly ran down the sand hill with my hands in the air. My friend was staring at me, shocked by my sudden run. they came down too. We laid down on the bed-like wooden chair in front of the restaurant in the desert. I took out my phone and tried to take a selfie with them in an angle where the stars would be visible behind us. It was so dark that the picture looked like just a black screen, but we knew it was us and the stars.
Yeah, I would go back to that night in the desert. Before we realized there’s something wrong. Before we gradually grew apart.
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