loneliness

It’s not the first time. It would not be the last.

Not because of no sunshine today. Not because of the depressing weather of January in a foreign country.

I’m still wandering in my life. Searching for what I have lost in the past. Though I know, what has been lost could never return again. Look around, I have nothing. The most precious thing I could ever have, is she. Though between us were rows and conflicts, what we had are just unforgettable. Just a matter of time, just the problem that we were too young, too immature to understand and overcome. I let her go, let my precious thing in life slip away. And I could never get it back. There were others who came into my life after her, but after all, I still couldn’t find the same person. The burning love, sacrifice, smartness, craziness, just everything …

I’m just afraid that day will happen, the day someone will send me … an invitation …

Deep in sorrow