We are young
A moment of peace.
Re-reading my valentines' day letters

so here i am, staying home on a beautiful saturday and spending some time with mom. eating macs. listening to elvis presley's songs in the morning. arm in arm lying on the bed talking even though it was just a short period of bonding. asking her what "nong nok" means because she calls me that every time like a term of endearment. (she refused to tell me) also, i realised that everytime i read my valentines' day letter, i find myself smiling.

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