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***Little Raven***



There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.

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diciembre 07, 2006

La Chii


Little By Little


Many days have passed since you...

...brought me to this place.

You still go outside, even when you have me.

You experience many things outside.

And then you come home and tell me about them.



Sometimes you even take me outside.



Even though I'm one of them.

You tell me that I can do whatever I want with my things, as if we were equals.



Little by little, the time with you and me passes.

Little by little, this space becomes yours and mine.



Little by little, the distance is moving.

Yours and my distance.



But has the distance between us gotten smaller?

Or has it grown bigger?

I don't know.



I do know that I want it to be smaller.



But then the same thing would happen again.



"It won't be the same."



"This person isn't that person."

"It's someone else. People are all different."

"Even if people look the same... "

"...they're all a little bit different."

"No two hearts are exactly the same."

"That's why the same thing won't happen."



Then is that person the "someone just for me?"



I don't know.

But...



...I'm starting to hope he is.



In this place that this person brought me to...

Little by little...

...little by little...

...I'm beginning to hope that...

...I can start finding happiness.



But...



...someone will come to stop it.

Someone will come to prevent me from finding the someone just for me.



And...



That person will take care of me.

But it's not because I'm me.



That person is kind.

To all people and all of them...

...he is kind.



Right.

That person is kind...

...and probably not just towards me.



But even if that person is kind to all, his kindness should be a little different each time.

He can't be kind in the same way to everyone...



...because that person is a person.



That's right.

A person's heart can't stay the same forever.



A person's heart changes a little bit everyday...

...because that is their nature.



It can be different.

It doesn't always have to be the same.



If he...

...finds in me the things that make me special.

If he likes me because I am me.



If that person...

...takes the time to find what makes me different from the others...

If he likes me because I am me...



...if that happens...

...we may be able to become something a little different from before.



I may not have to lose what's most important to me...

...like last time.

What's most important...

...what's most important to them and to people...



...is something precious...

...something you can't lose.



The proof that I am who I am...

...the special proof.



That proof will tell me who my someone is.

That special, special...



..."someone just for me."

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There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.

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