After the goodbye: (Updated on May 7, 2011)
“Han is typing,” Google chat box told me, helpfully.
Somehow it liked a strategy game, a game of intimacy and distance, of ideal life and reality, of things we’ve experienced and the make believes. “Don’t you dare get hurt by this,” I muttered to myself. I knew too well the danger and helplessness of falling for someone more sophisticated and secular. They’d say they loved you, but they were always after something. I knew that from the start.
I just typed “Goodnight” to Han. Goodnight, goodbye and good luck.
Here I go again, making another resolution and trying to regain my confidence one more time.
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Everyone who is interesting has a past.
You raised your head so I could look into your eyes and kiss you…
Blooming Flowers 