Oh… you’re welcome.
We’ve been waiting for you to come,
to bring back some memories,
and maybe…..some love.
If you don’t want to come,
it’s all right.
I mean that.
There are a lot of people waiting anyway.
Standing in a queue.
Ready to take your spot.
I know the new spot won’t be the same.
You’re a hotspot.
People connect to you easily.
But connections…
I think they’re temporary.
If one lasts until your last breath,
I’ll congratulate you.
If I’m still alive.
You might leave after we meet.
Most people do.
That’s normal.
But memories don’t always leave.
Some of them stay quiet,
then show up later
when you’re alone.
No, I’m not trying to scare you.
I’m not.
You already look scared
just hearing this invitation.
Take your time.
Or don’t come at all.
I just wanted to say…
you’re welcome.



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