'Don't follow me.'
This word is believed to be the last word uttered by her to me.
I said 'believed to' I tell you whatabouts there. -sometime after I went back from America, it was at age 30 when I visited her house -she was supposed to be 28 years old but she was not there. Instead her mother replied, ' she got married to and has gotta baby, now she's working in Tokyo.'
To make a long conversation done between her mother and me short, final word said to me was 'Don't follow me'.
Deepest word and thorn to me indeed. Both of us realised both we love each other.
I am sure I will face her sometime, as her 'to-be-a-woman' period is close to cease, around two or three years will be the high time to see her, at least I ought to attempt to see her.
But this time I intend to say -in order not to be told 'Don't follow me', I will intend to say, 'Follow me'.
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