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I then tell her that I am going to Japan. Yes, finally. Not particularly to see her but my inner voice, the one that rules my heart, tells me that I must see her.
My trip is full of anticipation. The opportunity comes in September, a time in Japan where Emi has told me before during which "leaves in the woods will turn into red, yellow and orange and the combination of natural colours."
From her message she says she can meet me after the 12th of September and would like to see me. So far so good. We haven't met in four years. We have been in touch through our writing and phone calls alone. All I have is a handfull of printed out messages and some bittersweet memories that I take along with me.
