Mina to Nayeon

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I guess even if all these certainties that ours will always be uncertain, I just know that under the same moon we stare. From which it illuminates, I hope it reaches you — and it would whisper my wishes.

The only figment of imagination, and of the only strand of hope — maybe in another life, somewhere out there we are. That regardless of what happens to us, as long as I exist beneath this same moon knowing you do too somewhere out there, maybe it isn't that impossible at all. Because, whatever they might say, all I just know is that under the same moon we stare. And for whatever's worth, it is the moon we share, the stars, the awe. It is ours.