Do you remember the first time I made these?

You asked me what it was.

“Happiness,” I said.

I can still hear your laughter after that.  

What kind of answer is that?

But pretending not to understand was always your habit.

You were always the one who loved intangible things most.

Floating love.

Laughter that slips away.

Winds that only appear with closed eyes.

None of them belonged to me first.

They were all yours.

I once told you I wished love felt closer.  

Closer to our hands.  

Closer to the small and passing moments we almost never notice.

You stayed quiet for a long while.

And only then, you said,

“The best kind of love.. 

The best kind of love is the kind you share.”

How have you been?

What does love look like there?

Am I leaving behind even the smallest piece of happiness in this world? 

There are still so many things I want to tell you.

The day we meet again, let’s lay all the intangible things we once loved and talk. For a very long time. Just like we used to. 

Until then, I’ll keep making happiness.

For tomorrow.  

And the day after that.  

And every day that follows.

Until I see you again.

Sincerely,  

Fllon

P.S. All our balloons are natural and biodegradable. Just as you insisted.