Stories and Prose (Translated)

# Neglect

Leave me neglected, if you must; but don't cast me out from your life entirely.
When I think of you ignoring me, it strikes me—to truly ignore someone, you must think of them at least for a moment, mustn't you?
You are thinking of me, however little... and I cling to this thought, keep it alive in my chest, and so I go on living.

I wait for your neglect. To receive your indifference, one needs luck.

I love keeping you in my mind all the time. Because I love you, I cherish this ache of living with the thought of you.
I don't know what life would be like if I had you; but if we had never met, this life would have been something else entirely.
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