I’m still writing for the therapeutic effects of words pouring out of me. It’s been about a day since I found out about his new life, and new girlfriend. In all these years, I thought I would really take it in my stride and be truly happy for him. When this day finally arrives, I found out that I was half-right. I am truly happy and truly miserable too. I honestly did not know that I still can feel this degree of sadness, such loss. So I’m quite caught unaware and ill-prepared. A lot of things run through my mind in the past hours. Trying to make comparisons with the girlfriend that I know should not be made, running through a gazillion of what-ifs, prep talks, consolations and reframing. It is all quite futile because I just feel really helpless. I don’t know how to leave the onionhead when he has offered nothing but his heart, sometimes even when it’s bleeding. I wish I could be alone to prove certain things to myself, that I was not being a liar when I keep telling myself that I really do care for even though I keep getting into relationships. I wish I was stronger and could tide through the depressive episodes even when I’m alone. Most importantly, I wish that I am so happy for him that I don’t even have to think about myself.
Peiting has converted me to her favourite song now. Now it’s mine too.
<最浪漫的事>
背靠着背坐在地毯上
听听音乐聊聊愿望
你希望我越来越温柔
我希望你放我在心上
你说想送我个浪漫的梦想
谢谢我带你找到天堂
哪怕用一辈子才能完成
只要我讲你就记住不忘
我能想到最浪漫的事
就是和你一起慢慢变老
一路上收藏点点滴滴的欢笑
留到以后坐着摇椅慢慢聊
我能想到最浪漫的事
就是和你一起慢慢变老
直到我们老的哪儿也去不了
你还依然把我当成手心里的宝