I Haven't Forgotten You

Well no, I haven't forgotten this blog :) I'm still alive enough to update it, it's just that I am being slack when I am not busy... Well last semester seems to be quite different to me, the big project seems pretty scary... I've chosen to do a topic about minimal-processed food and hopefully it won't get too lame towards the end... And I know I'll have to refine it to more specific products rather than just say 'food'.

I haven't forgotten you, no. I still have your very small ID photo deep in my wallet although I've already changed quite a few of wallets to date. The photo's very worn now, but it's worth more than anything in my wallet, it is lucky that I haven't lost my wallet. My heart empties whenever looking at it and it hurts. I just can't manage to forget you, or I just don't want to. I knew I did the right thing on the morning of the day I moved house that I helped you build up your profile picture on WeeMee because you can't access the website back in China due to the internet censorship. I know it was something stupid to give up double-check of items time to help someone with some not-so-meaningful virtual profile picture, it's just that, that someone is you.

I haven't forgotten you, no. I have said I don't care, but I do. It stunned me when your initials appeared on one of those stupid quizzes showing 'who secretly loves you'... I can't judge the app but I can't stop thinking about it. I kept telling myself that we are meant to be missed out as we hadn't met in the right time. I was to ask you back on the last time that we chatted about someone that you asked whether was like 'very attached'.

I was content with people that do not love me, I was so preoccupied. That makes me so hard to have anyone outweighing them unless I could find someone who is strong enough to eliminate the memories of them from my soul. Covering them is easy and I did that successfully a few times, but when the cover goes they reappear more painfully. Only after another relationship will tell how important this person is to me. Those who kept reappearing in my mind, is granted permanent habitation in my soul.

But I don't have one in them.