memory.
On my way home, on the crowded, loud and noisy MTR,
a peice of broken memory suddenly popped out of nowhere.
It was somehow unreal, like a fantasy dream, or even my own imagination.
Yet, deep inside my heart, I remembered there was such a person, who appeared in my life in a blink of an eye.
The weird part was that, I can't even think of the timeline.
Meaning that I can't think of WHEN did this happen.
It was really weird. Something that you claimed that it happened before, yet you simply cannot find any solid proof.
I started to doubt myself about my memories now.
So I went home and flipped out my diary, trying to find peices of words that I wrote when I was a teen, hoping that something might popped out.
Disappointment.
So afterall, I am still unsure whether this peice of memory is actually real or not.
sigh.
a peice of broken memory suddenly popped out of nowhere.
It was somehow unreal, like a fantasy dream, or even my own imagination.
Yet, deep inside my heart, I remembered there was such a person, who appeared in my life in a blink of an eye.
The weird part was that, I can't even think of the timeline.
Meaning that I can't think of WHEN did this happen.
It was really weird. Something that you claimed that it happened before, yet you simply cannot find any solid proof.
I started to doubt myself about my memories now.
So I went home and flipped out my diary, trying to find peices of words that I wrote when I was a teen, hoping that something might popped out.
Disappointment.
So afterall, I am still unsure whether this peice of memory is actually real or not.
sigh.
stop getting into my dreams.
even that's the best way to keep me thinking of you.
even that's the best way to keep me thinking of you.
