solitude

Someone said that love could only last for 3 months. I’m not that pessimistic. But still, I tend to believe that love has its half-life. I said that I want a person that when I think of him I will cry, someone that one can cry for. I want a perfect love. How could that happen if love has half-life?

The fairy tale always ends with the “happily ever forever”. It is one simple sentence that covers all the work and difficulties in maintaining a relationship; one sentence that covers all my worries and uncertainties about the perfect love. I’m afraid that all those trivial matters and quarrels and fights will ruin up the relationship and the love disappear. All my illusions will be gone.

I want a perfect love, perfect like Venus de Milo. I can make perfect by losing the part that I may not handle - the hands. And the hands can become my ever-lasting illusion.

A lovely fairy tale ends with a simple sentence; my perfect love can end with a brief separation.

Finally I found out

Willingness of being together ever after seems to be a natural feeling of being in love.

I can’t help wondering if I’m brave enough to put it to an end by my own hands.

It hurts

Teardrop on the fire of the confession…

告别是为延续回忆永恒的华丽