One lie is more interesting than a thousand truths.

Yes, you don’t know me anymore. You said that once, even if you can’t remember now.

How true.

Even when I’m walking in a crowd, I vainly look around, foolishly hoping your face would emerge from the sea of people. Then I inject the bitter reality into my senses. And here I am again.

This hurt has been going on for too long. I don’t know where to go anymore.

I miss you. That’s all.

 

but I haven’t forgotten who started all this.