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where is my love

(2007-01-22 20:51:01) 下一个

Lived here for more than a decade. Still going back and looking through all the dust of my memories. Memories about him, about the time I was losing him, about the sad feelings every time I looked at him and knew I would be leaving, losing contact, never could come back. Holding his head when he was asleep, knowing there would be no chance to hold him any more....How I could hold my decision to come to North America? How strong at that time? or maybe just numbed. Love, finally lost in my own hand. I had touched it, but lost it.

who cares then?

Good thing about the blog is that you let everyone read it, and nobody really read it. I had a habit to write my own diary, but always worry somebody else reading my diary. Blog makes a strange sense, you let everybody read it, but you know nobody cares. or even nobody never visit here. so you have a space to vent, to cry, to think, to be silent.

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春江水 回复 悄悄话 i do really read your dairy here. i wish you will not cry any more.
刘大叔 回复 悄悄话 to live, to die, to love, maybe all is dream
ideaforu 回复 悄悄话 you are absolutely right
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