I wish I could come to
Japan. In my mind I'm already there, leaving my body behind at my
computer. So maybe what I really want is for my physical being to catch up to
my imagination.
I know, comes my friend’s reply. I wish we could really meet. Be in the same place. Maybe one day we will
If I were there, with you, I keep typing to my friend, I'd be free. It
wouldn't be like here. Here it feels like I'm in a cage sometimes. A
message has been sent before I really have a chance to think about it, my mind
having drifted off again to preferable fantasies.
Their words send me off down another dreamy vision. I imagine the two of us, walking down a path lined with beautiful pale pink cherry blossoms, all in bloom. The sun is shining and the air is warm. When is Sakura?
Around March, April. Comes their reply. April is the best time though.
I feel pleasant warmth start to bloom within me, rising upwards. It seems to take with it the usual tightness that rests on my chest. My brain, meanwhile, has raced on ahead. April. There's potential for that to be in the next set of school holidays. I could actually go! This dream that we've been dreaming about could finally be reality!
The sound of my sister’s cries sends a rock thumping back into place over my heart. I wish, is all I can think to say to my friend. I know that no matter how much I want to, I can't go. I can't leave her. Not when she needs me.
One day, Chō Hana. One day. I have faith.
I can't wait, I say, allowing myself to indulge in imagination again. It's going to be wonderful. I won't be a problem there, with you. I'll be free.
Author's note: There are a few Japanese words in this story. Roughly translated, they are:
Chō- Butterfly
Hana- Flower
I know, comes my friend’s reply. I wish we could really meet. Be in the same place. Maybe one day we will
Their words send me off down another dreamy vision. I imagine the two of us, walking down a path lined with beautiful pale pink cherry blossoms, all in bloom. The sun is shining and the air is warm. When is Sakura?
Around March, April. Comes their reply. April is the best time though.
I feel pleasant warmth start to bloom within me, rising upwards. It seems to take with it the usual tightness that rests on my chest. My brain, meanwhile, has raced on ahead. April. There's potential for that to be in the next set of school holidays. I could actually go! This dream that we've been dreaming about could finally be reality!
The sound of my sister’s cries sends a rock thumping back into place over my heart. I wish, is all I can think to say to my friend. I know that no matter how much I want to, I can't go. I can't leave her. Not when she needs me.
One day, Chō Hana. One day. I have faith.
I can't wait, I say, allowing myself to indulge in imagination again. It's going to be wonderful. I won't be a problem there, with you. I'll be free.
Author's note: There are a few Japanese words in this story. Roughly translated, they are:
Chō- Butterfly
Hana- Flower
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