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.

stop getting into my dreams.
even that's the best way to keep me thinking of you.