Monday, December 29, 2008 Y 4:03 AM
Dear SUPERMAN,
Memories are like a piece of exquisite glass: Beautiful, fragile yet dangerous.
When you break it, it will shatter into pieces, and every slice of the glass, which was ever so beautiful minutes ago, will turn into sharp blades that cut your skin.
When you risked your life to save me, you were happy not because i survived, but because we survived;
as in our dictionaries, the word "i" or "you" never exists.
It's always "us" or "we"
Superman, one day, when we are eighty years old, and we see each other on the streets, will you still remember me?
Or will you, when you see me, think for a few minutes, and then called out another person's name, for im nothing but a glacing memory in your recollection of memories?
Why, superman, why do i have to forget you?
SUPERWOMAN.
To forget you: That is the most impossible thing to do.To forget is just an interpretation. An immeasurable love’s memories can never be wiped off. Time doesn’t devour memories: It just slowly, painfully converts it into fragments of a dream. Occasionally, something will spark the wrath of the dream, and the dream will alter into a memory again.-from the prolouge of an online book i ve read.
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perhaps dont remember sth is easy.
but to forget, it's hard.
i ve forced myself to do so;
and i tink i ve suceeded.
