At this time a year ago, I can't remember ... whether I was still inside the pool , looking up to the black sky while clinging to you -- very happily -- or we have moved. Or that they finally left us alone. You marvelled that I could withstand the temperature for so long since I've been there since the prime news began.
You appeared and ruefully complained that I didn't invite you to join me.
I wished that, we are now together. Maybe already settling down. And you could've said, "Remember a year ago ... we were ..."
But they're just ashes now. Ashes. It has long gone with the wind. You're the ship that has sailed. I don't know why there is still a small part of me thinking wistfully of you.
The point is, it has been a year.
Those who stay, stayed."You put hope on a chair and put it in a corner. You hardly talked to it or let itself be heard. You’re scared of it, you’re terrified. You don’t believe it."
Please rest in peace.
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