In each single day of our life, we hastily brush past strangers that mean nothing to us but utter passers-by, but as time advances, one or two from the unknown group might unconsciously become an unalienable part for us, like an intimate friend or a real confidant.
It is an inevitable episode for each living creature to suffer from the prevalence of pain for being lovelorn. And to kill the pain, I habitually go out for a wild running, cherishing the belief that the sweat pouring from my pores will exhaust the water that might be streaming down my face. How can I possibly shed tears for anything? In the eyes of May, I am always strong and never feeling frail.
Starting from sometime, all things existing in this wild world, like Sam-ma, canned meat and even plastic wrap, have been labeled with a date of expiration, and that has triggered my diffidence in the permanent validity of anything on this planet.
Wearing sunglasses but wrapped up in raincoat is seemingly a ridiculous habit but I have every reason for defending it as you will never be sure when rain is pouring down and when the sun is going to shine upon you.
She bid me farewell right on April Fools’ Day. The uniqueness of that festival convinced me that her departure was just a trick on me and she was coming back to me within a month. May loved pineapples and since the very first day of her parting, I compelled myself to make a daily purchase of a tin of pineapple that was to expire on May 1st, my birthday. I just talked myself into believing that our romance was hitting its terminal if May was not making her return after I have piled 30 cans of pineapple back at home.