Don't envy me for the delicious food nor the beautiful world scenaries, but the good time with my family and friends.
Freitag, August 01, 2008
"see you later"
I met him again in HK. Nothing happens again. This is my fate. Twice a year after I left TW. How could this happen?
Every time when I say good bye, I feel very painful, because this good bye is likely to be a farewell. At the same time, I feel sorry to myself, because I cannot get rid of this irrational addiction. This is pure stupidity.
This is my 3rd time to repeat this same farewell scene.
Only the first time was a good memory: I was amused when he, by then someone random, came only to say good bye before he left Germany. He carried a funny smile and said "see you later" with a hidden implication. Since then, this "see you later" has became my curse...
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