Text me Merry Christmas

It was a dark and silent night of December 25, 2018.
I hated being stuck in the room all day long.
With my eyes closed, I tried to imagine what my day would be like after six hours later, but it simply failed.

I opened my eyes. The entire room was saturated by the dim light of the city.
I looked closely outside the window.
It looked like the whole city was made out of stars; thousand of gleaming butterflies spread upon the blu-sapphire sky.

Now the memory remind me of you.
So I would like to ask you something.

How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It seems this is the moment we must hold onto.
So why don't you text me Merry Christmas this year?




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