18時間。生活。
無論心中多麼的想記掛某個人，
隨着歲月的流逝，
記憶也會漸漸模糊不清。
好痛苦。
那些自己曾經著緊的人，
好似沒有存在過。
恨悠悠，一場大夢。
面孔，身影，聲音，
無論你再努力地去想，去記，
也只會越來越不真實。
依然生活着的你，到底還在執着些什麼？
“Within our lifetimes, we’ve marveled as biologists have managed to look at ever smaller and smaller things. And astronomers have looked further and further into the dark night sky, back in time and out in space. But maybe the most mysterious of all is neither the small nor the large: it’s us, up close. Could we even recognize ourselves, and if we did, would we know ourselves? What would we say to ourselves? What would we learn from ourselves? What would we really like to see if we could stand outside ourselves and look at us?”
— movie “another earth” (via thefreakoutone)
I miss you.
I don’t remember you.
But I know that somewhere out there, there is this man that I love so dearly.
I loved him.
