Day 1: In a Parallel Universe
So, this is the end of it. The part where I’m supposed to collect the things you left at my place and vice versa. But I know us too well, we don’t do those kinds of things. We just leave those things untouched, collecting dust. Years later they will look like the index page of our good and bad times.
Unlike Min Green , I don’t know why we broke up and I don’t have anything to put in the box, The only boxes I have are those tiny ones I drew on my sketch books. Each box for each sadness. They aren’t that handy, you can’t put tears inside them, but somehow the wires inside me were so abused, I no longer shed tears when my heart gets broken, pretty hardcore, huh?
Well, the matters of the heart is something I can’t quite figure out yet, maybe I’m a bit slow, but what I’ve learnt so far is that romance does me good. I hope you don’t experience the same thing.
This would be the first unsent letter to you. Expect more.
- Me >>>