The Continuation of a Dream: The Day I Fell in Love on note

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The beginning of a dream

July 5, 2025, Morning
The comment section of a close note friend

Various people gathered
commenting on a friend's article
That friend is someone who joined note around the same time as me
Since they have been kind to me since the beginning
I feel happy too when their articles are lively

While looking at the comment section,
a familiar name suddenly caught my eye

Thinking, 'I know this person,' I tapped the link

'I knew it, I do know this person'

Thinking that, I looked at their article

Into the dream

The first article was about a 'place to return to',

in a suffocating daily life
where even at home I cannot find peace--

at such a time
I suddenly noticed
a 'houseplant' in the corner of the room
A story about how that became a small source of support

Nothing dramatic happens
just a piece of writing about feelings in everyday life

There shouldn't have been any reason to be drawn in
but I wrote a comment as if I were drawn in

7/5 (Sat) 8:50 Sent the first comment

Of course, I work on weekdays
but on Saturdays, cleaning the toilet and the bath is my role. I temporarily interrupted reading articles to attend to my daily chores

While I was doing those things

I had forgotten that I had read the article
or that I had left a comment

After finishing my chores, I returned to the note world
I opened the note app thinking I would write my own article

The creator's page I saw in the morning was still there

It wasn't that I was looking forward to the continuation
but I tapped a title that somehow caught my interest

It seems they are doing reasonably well at work

but,

they seemed terribly exhausted
from killing their true self and acting well

Boundary

This creator's words
are always moving back and forth across some kind of boundary.

They don't write about despair,
nor is hope at the forefront.

A small light in the darkness,
it was as if they were expressing that.

The text I saw changed my heartbeat.
I left a comment about that.

July 5, 2025 15:34 Comment sent

I could have stopped already.

I really should have been thinking about my own articles,
my reason told me so.

Contrary to that intention, I tapped on the next article.
It was a very intriguing title.

The content was about "not being able to post paid content."

A theme that everyone probably goes through.

I thought it was about me,
no, it's a wall that most of the note population probably faces.

We're thinking the same thing...
I felt as if my breathing had synchronized with the creator's.

July 5, 2025 15:50 Comment sent

Deep in the dream

It's a bit late, but I hadn't looked at their self-introduction.

There,

I saw the figure of a creator with an admirable and sincere attitude,
trying to change their life through writing.

I saw something unbelievable here.
I won't go into details.
But I never thought
my own emotions would be shaken to this extent.

Already at this point,

I was already

I think I was in love.

The comment I sent,
I think it held more passion than ever before.
I want to be a source of strength for this creator,
I want to deliver words that will help them.

That was my only thought.

July 5, 2025, 16:12 Comment sent

July 5, 2025, 17:20
There was a reply to my comment.

A reply to the comment I wrote on the article,
"I can't post paid content."

While saying they couldn't,
they shared their wavering thoughts about trying again.
They told me that.

I had a premonition that they would break out of their shell soon.

Perhaps, with the next article, I fell completely,
I fell completely in love.
A story about just not being able to say,
"I don't need a bag" at a convenience store.

I can picture the situation where that creator
couldn't say, "I don't need a bag."

I had a time like that too,
I thought I was the only one doing things like that.
Sometimes I would remember that past and—
I would have a trauma attack of embarrassment.

And then,
the creator who felt the same way—
became unbearably dear to me.

I thought it might be a nuisance to comment too much,
but I couldn't stop anymore.

July 5, 2025, 17:39 Comment sent

July 5, 2025, 21:35
Discovered that a paid article had been posted.

Paid article post time:
July 5, 2025, 20:41

I thought my heart would stop.

Worrying, suffering, struggling, not having the courage,
wanting to do it but not being able to—
I witnessed that world in a single day.

I think we were already synchronized more than enough.

By chance, truly by chance,
the paid icon shining on the creator page.

I felt like crying; no, I might have been crying.

It felt similar to the sensation of being present
at the moment a new life is born.

From then on, I had no more hesitation.

As if on autopilot,
I found myself going through the purchase process.

July 5, 2025, 21:41 Article purchased

I never imagined something like this would happen.

As of the morning of July 5th—
I never even thought it possible.

Buying a paid article on note,
that was impossible.
It is a fact that I firmly believed that until that day.

I have no regrets about buying it,
on the contrary—
like when I was in middle school,
I was able to feel
such a crush again at this age.

And the fact that I can
still bask in that afterglow

was a more luxurious experience than any luxury.

The end of the dream

Love is wonderful.
But,
unrequited love is also painful.

What I fell in love with was
the world created by that creator.

That world is not a person,
and a non-human creation cannot return feelings.

The creator replies to comments,
but it feels like—
like a reply to a LINE message from someone you like.

My brain begins to confuse dreams and reality.

Waking up from the dream

That creator says,
perhaps by writing,
the outline of oneself becomes clearer.

I think that is true.
Right now, I am—
experiencing a world where dreams and reality are mixed.

It is not necessarily a bad thing,
I think it is wonderful to immerse yourself in it occasionally.
But this can also lead to getting stuck in a swamp and becoming blind.

I must wake up from the dream once.

That is why I wrote,
the dream I am seeing—

using that creator's words,
to draw a line between dream and reality.

It is not a goodbye,
you can come back if you want to.

When you get a little out of breath
　　　　　　　from living in your own world—

I intend to let myself see it again

　　　　　　　　　The continuation of the dream

After the Dream (Afterword)

Good morning!
　I have awakened, this is "Satori no Satori".

It was a shock,
　experiencing feelings like a middle schooler at this age...

I honestly thought it was dangerous,
　when I felt the sensation of a LINE message not coming from someone I like

So, I have been awakened!
　　A fun and mysterious few days
　　　　I am truly grateful for it.

Thoughts after writing

At the beginning
the part where I tapped the link thinking it was someone I knew

Looking back at the records later,
　they hadn't liked or followed me,
and I hadn't done so either,
　Huh? Why did I think I knew them?

While that little mystery remains—
　I feel a sense of romance,
　like maybe we were acquaintances in a past life.

And also—
that person's link
　I agonized over whether to post it or not...

but I decided not to post the link.

If I posted the link here,
　it would become a genuine public love letter,
　　it's painful and embarrassing...
and the other person would surely be troubled, too💦

To speak seriously,
I want that world
to reach only those who will truly cherish it,
that is my wish,

and
if they are that kind of person—
I felt that our paths would naturally connect.

With few likes and follows,
　even if someone like me introduces them,
there wouldn't be much benefit for the other person, would there?

Well, I have written at length,
　but I think it is about time to end this.

To everyone who has read this far,
　thank you very much.

As for me,
　I intend to continue
　　writing on note as my heart leads me.

The dream does not end!
　It is the beginning—of a new dream!!!