We were talking like we used to chat 16 months ago, just random updates on the things happened around you, like you found a nice piece of music, you came across the portfolio of some rising artist and all the tiny little things. You are really a person who love to share everything. XD.
So I felt a surge of sadness when I woke up, but don't worry, it is totally another realm of sorrow which distinguishes itself from all kinds of emotions I am capable of feeling. I am out of love now, sincerely, I finally found my inner peace after my escape to London. This city is humble, I can't find other words to describe it more precisely. Its beauty lies beneath all the gorgeous architectures it possess, but with no longing to be dig out. I finally had more time for readings, on all kinds of subjects, I am about to finish both Norwegian Woods and Photography Techniques from A to Z. =P. Besides, I am reading the Lost Battle and Renaissance Complete at the same time. Sometimes, I did find similarities between myself and those characters in Haruki Murakami's books. We are a bit strange, maybe weird, to care about specific details and people but give a damn shit to the rest of the world, and we pretend to be normal.
Hey, I have been thinking about this all the time. Why can't we just be like Shizuru and Makoto in Heavenly Forest? I ran away like Shizuru to the place where I can grow up and polish myself in your absence, not in the hope to be loved back. You know what, Shizuru chose to grow up ,according to her lines, to become a woman that one day Makoto can't help shooting photos of hers, not because she was still in the hope or dream to be loved back, that was just the way how she chose her life, she lived even happier when she settled down in New York city. There is nothing to do about love, but in the memories of a long-lost friendship.
