It is 3:15 a.m. in Kanas, and I still cannot sleep. I have listened to brown noise and done some pre-bed exercises, but my eyes refuse to close. My mind wanders to you, searching for your voice. I remember your time in Beijing years ago. You bought me a small red doll that could say, “I love you.” I signed in to my Hotmail but did not read anything—just stared at your name.
I miss you, love.
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“Let’s meet in our dreams tonight, where nothing feels distant and I can hold you close again. Maybe, for a little while, the world will stay quiet, and it will just be you and me, as if nothing else matters. I want to see you smile without missing it afterward, and hear your voice without counting the time left. So if you close your eyes tonight thinking of me too, maybe our hearts will find each other somewhere in between.” — Anonymous
Kanas, China
18 June 2026