J long time ago told me her fear that after we depart, we depart.
I didn’t think much that time. In fact I didn’t believe that at all. So I said, J, no, that wouldn’t happen, at least, I won’t leave you.
But I feel like, I’m leaving everyone else.
It was such a sudden yet sour thought, after a short conversation with C.
It was like a conversation pulling me back from a long, long dream. In my dream everything is sweet, and unreal.
I have a selfish thought to keep everyone as the first moment we met. But no, we are just… so not the same. And I will have to accept that we’ll leave each other, for good or bad, sooner or later. And one day we will be history, and live only in each other’s memory.
And the weird thing is I never try to grip. I let it slip through my fingers, every time, all the time. I live on my dream. In my dream things never break, even when they fall from gravity.
W reminded me of the gravity that we either win, or lose. He has chosen to win. He has to. Some people have to.
Sometimes, it’s not a choice. I let it slip, like every time, all the time.
I can still recall
our last summer
I can see it
our last summer
our age of no regret
when happiness is simple
when dream is still sweet
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