When We Break Up
I am always living under the illusion that we can keep our past promise,but now,I come to disclose the shadow presvered in my heart.The ending of his journey is not corresponding with mine,for we often head for different cities,and that is why we start from the same point,still cannot reach the same destination.
Every time,we start from our hometown,talking heatily on the train.We keep silent till the moment I see him off for his school.A gust of sorrow influxes into my whole body.I reach the point of sheding my tears.Gazing at the shadow of his departure till dispearing into the blur of mist,I never feel a strong force erupted from my inner heart ever before.
On the aftermath of the spring festival,we met each other as had expected.To my great disappoint,we became more off-the-scene.I am prone to attribute it to the gradually warmer weather or the longer distance between us.During the days at school,whenever I confront people displaying their public affections either on campus or under the trees,my attention is always distracted.My affections fall into the river of love, as free as the seagull,hovering above the sky,emerging from the river.At that moment I often come to the feeling that I am jealous of those people in deep love,especailly he is far away with scant contact.Still,I am sure we will share a happier moment together,and we often convey such feelings via short messages.
Now and then a stream of solitary feeling will attack upon my whole body,evoking my memory of those happy days together.At a time ,we seldom keep in touch with each other,ensuring the frictions between our intensified relationship.Born with quite an optimistic attitude towards unexpected consequences.I convince myself of everything that will go as it should.
As times went by,we embraced the day of May Day,my big day.I met my love as expected,flying in ecstacy.Expectation can sometimes go against our wishes,and on that day we talked little till the moment we bade goodbye to each other. The next day,I saw him off at the bus station ,where we hugged tightly,hoping that it could last forever.
I never take too much considerations on the fact that this is our final destination of love. With the following days,we seldom kept in touch with each other ,we just like two strangers,having passed each other's course ,meanwhile we also have tasted the bitter fruits on the trees by chance.
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