History repeats, with short interval this time. When I
open the door and my arms to her, she takes it for granted. One day she
evaporated from my life without any word. I waited and asked three times. The
first text message is “hello”; the second one is “long time no see. How are you
doing?” and the last one is “Could you tell why?” No answer still.
The promised gifts are left on the shelf in the office, just
in front of my eyes. Luckily I am usually too busy to remember them. Being a
scholar, I can only live by spending half of my life in an abstract world where
no emotional way of thinking is allowed. While in the real world, I try to find
another girl to spend the weekend. My life is about to complete!
Then the lost one appears. “Sorry, I was too busy.” she
said. Too busy to text me a few messages to say I am too busy? Or too busy to
patronize me?
Why do they remember me? Do they want something from me? I
really want to close the door, giving the gifts to the one cherishing our
relationship, but finally I open the door again. This time, however, no
invitation will be given.
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