Why should there be any unhappy mood in this world? I’ve told myself to be cheerful no matter what happened. Yet today, it hit me again. When I thought I could handle it well, I was wrong. I recalled there was one time, my conversation with Ms. Dry.
Me: I think I am falling in love.
MD: Really? With whom? I’m so happy for you.
Me: Yeah, lately I could not stop thinking about her.
MD: Hahaha. Just make sure you don’t fall too deep. Otherwise it’s hard to get up.
Me: No I won’t. I’m used to it already after so many years. And I think stand a chance this time.
MD: Good then.
That was back then. But I proved myself wrong. I have been an absolute mess these days. Just like that Hokkianese term: “three windy days, two rainy days”. There are many days every now and again I pretended I was okay, but that’s not what got me.
If silence is golden, then I am willing to trade in all the gold in the world just to break this silence between us.