[CONTENTID2]
#7 - October 5, 2017
DEAR YIFAN, [/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID1] The air is getting a bit colder now, and the school work for this new school year is starting to get harder. I'm finding it harder for me the find time to write to you now, Yifan. As I was walking home today, it was weird having so much room on the side walk beside me. It was so odd because I just only noticed this now. I found myself walking to the long way again. I hadn't walked that way since you left. And I think you know what that means.

Our foot prints were still engraved into the cement from that one time we accidentally walked through the wet cement and the tree I got caught on still had my shirt fabric on it. I don't know why, but it hurt me, Yifan.

It was stupid of me to walk the long way. Somehow I feel like the "long way" is only long because I have the tendancy to stop and just look around. Back then it seemed such a long way to walk. But thinking about it now, I all I know how to do is wish for the route to be much longer just so I could just spend those extra minutes with you.

I looked at every single leaf that was ready to die and fall. I want to catch all of them; I don't want to let them fall and be destroyed. I think you know where I'm going with this, Yifan. If not, then hopefully one day you'll know what I'm trying to tell you.

Where ever you went , Yifan, do they have trees?

Do you have trees that you call all out of and leave