...have to say goodbye forever to the someone just for me.
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.