People often think that girls are weak in love, but actually hurt and tears in love are irrespective of gender. He also knew sadness, hurt, and even shed tears when he lost his love.
The other end of the line was silent, then the hums continued like endless …
He suddenly realized, the silence sometimes heavier than a thousand words, something pressed on his arid heart – it was painful enough. This time he did not feel pain anymore, but a feeling of suffocation embracing the night.
Everything ended long ago. Perhaps he was wrong to keep on holding on to something strangely vague. He hastily deleted the pictures that were left on his phone – as if it were a long-held hope.
It’s not like he escapes from the past, but actually doesn’t want to think about it anymore.
People often think that girls are weak in love, but actually hurt and tears in love are irrespective of gender. He also knew sadness, hurt, and even shed tears when he lost his love. He tried to hold on by all means but maybe it was time he had to accept reality – living a life without her.
Now is the time for his heart to learn to live alone with habits. It is a habit every morning to schedule an alarm and go to the street noodle shop. It is the afternoon habit of wandering the streets of Saigon and then stopping to eat a few snacks of this and that, weekends with coffee and books, rainy nights wandering around here, are temporary days of guard. busy work to go somewhere, with the purpose of just fleeing Saigon …
Habits are things you do frequently, over and over, but most of them are hard to notice.
But only one thing forever cannot become a habit for him – that is love.
The heart of an ordinary person – the more hurtful – the more perfect. Because I have been hurt so much, I will know what to do to make the future feelings more wonderful. Is there any kind of love named Hoan My when emotions are never perfect?
Somewhere radio is heard:
“I’m not sure I will forget you, and I don’t know what to do to forget you, I remember, I will still remember, but once we don’t love each other, don’t talk anymore, it doesn’t matter.” mind each other. Gradually, my life without you, without the person I ever loved most, was still the integrity in that sentence.
I get used to … “