It's great to know that sometimes, people appreciate you. Even if it is just sometimes.

Anonymity is what I like to give other people, and I shall give it again here. It's been so long before he has finally seen what lies before him, what is right in front of his eyes, and close to his heart. Deep in his mind. It's those who are ready to make sacrifices for him.

Of course, I haven't been making a lot of sacrifices, and this inability to do so is mostly due to the distance between two parties, literally (for the distance, figuratively for the parties) and somewhat to the lack of maturity I hold.

Even though I wasn't mentioned in his thanking list, I don't mind. I know I am one of the faces amongst the crowd he just found around the corner, after walking a seemingly endless road. One among the crowd, the crowd that is cheering him on, the crowd that made him see, it was just a marathon, not a nightmare.

And he no longer trudges along the cold, hard sidewalk. Now he runs, and every step he takes lights up his way, making it even brighter, making everything so cold feel warm.

Meanwhile, one of the faces of the supporters looks up at him. He just looked in a mirror.

I just felt like I wrote a story instead of something meant to be real, in imagination.

Kai posted at 6.25 p.m, 12-4-07


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