The event on October 27th still feels like a stroke of luck. I was convinced I wouldn't land in London until the 28th, and spent a whole day complaining to Reece about the timing. It wasn't until the last moment that I realized my mistake—I was arriving on the 27th! A frantic hotel booking saved me from a night on the streets. I'm so grateful to him for posting about the event; this twist of fate led me straight there upon landing in the UK, even before I caught a glimpse of Big Ben.
A ten-hour flight and jet lag left my memory hazy, but the warmth of that day remains vivid. Thank you to the wonderfully kind and lovely people at the event who accepted the postcards I made.
That was the first time I saw Reece. Strangely, I didn't feel the anticipated excitement or any regret, just a profound peace. Maybe because the journey to see him had been so fraught, and all my excitement was spent on the journey itself. Or perhaps it was because I finally saw him with my own eyes—up close, confirming the person I'd imagined countless times. I confirmed his smile, his voice, even the little pills on his worn scarf. In that moment, I confirmed his tangible, real existence in this world.
The photo looks quite natural, but in fact, I spent a long time adjusting the colors in post-production... My photography skills are really poor. A real person should be even more beautiful and dignified. The first time I entered a UK cinema, I actually didn't know the rules and boundaries. If I have offended anyone, I'm truly sorry.🥺
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