I was counting, and then I lost my count. In fact, I stopped myself from counting, trying hard to avoid the pain. I couldn’t count, to be blunt. It was all pain, even the sweetest memory, they swirl up a spin of bitterness, just as I am reminded that they are all gone.
Till now, I don’t know how long has it been. I always look back, memories fresh, but I forced myself to turn again. Life is still in front of me. It is so uneasy, or I am unwilling to even try, to forget. How could I forget, when you are part of me? Forgetting you will take away me as well.