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Philza was a crow, had a nest,
Missa was a man with no rest.
Maybe that was because they barely had a time to love each other, maybe the kids were on the way or maybe they were always too tired; but they thrifted apart. They turned out to be different people than the day they were married, Philza took Chayanne and Tallulah to make many nests around their base, and Missa barely showed up.
Philza missed having his husband around his arms, and everytime he saw their old pictures he couldn't help but think about their potential. That is how he started writing about Missa, that is how his journal turned out to be:
"Dear Missa," he wrote, hesitantly, looking up to the paper.
"I missed being together."
No, he thought. That is too clingy.
"Grieving over nothing, my eyes in our future, the one that was potential. The potential that we lost to wear each other out, the potential was maybe the flowers you gave me, maybe the way you touched me... Maybe it was your pretty laugh whenever we made jokes, or maybe the protection i had offered you. "
Philza felt his tears well up.
"They say its the moral of the story, they say i will be fine but i dont seem to see the exit.
One day, i know that you will be there—"
He chuckled at the reference as he typed the sentence out, but then something hit him, some minor thing, could be the weather or the breathe he took, he started crying.
"Or maybe you wont, it is the thing that i want to believe now anyways.
I love every one of your memories and these years we spend kills me. It could maybe be that all of it's test from Cucurucho or the federation, who knows right?
Maybe thats all to an there is to an ending. "
Philza sobbed and found no energy to carry on.
However, everything was on the paper now; Missa's memory was just there, to someone to find one day.