I'm feeling terribly melancholic this very moment, largely due to 《你不是真正的快樂》and 《突然好想你》, and something I read out of my dry coursepack this afternoon.

"It is the mind which creates the world about us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions by which yours is touched."
- George Gissing

Yes, I admit, I've been feeling absurdly troubled for the past 1 week, trying to unravel this throbbing conundrum in my head. I know that I should have put things down the moment I was hit by those cruel words; things should go back to where they used to be from that moment onwards.

That things should have died in me 2 years ago.
That I shouldn't feel that missing puzzle anymore.
That我不應該覺得你不是真正的快樂.

I don't know.

Yes, I'm certain of this love I have, of something which is going to grow, blossom and bear fruit someday. So something I hold so true to my heart, it hurts to even think about letting go. And then chance played a trick on me, and threw into a situation which made me stop and ponder. I shouldn't even be thinking about what's gone on and gone away with time, but when it cut too deep to heal, there tend to be wounds that can never fully heal, even with time.

Sigh.