Is liking a habit, or a habit becoming a liking, I don't know.
However, I began to understand that many things will really come too late. When you lose your loved one, every little thing you did wrong seems to become a big deal that can make the sky fall. Every scene you turn a blind eye to on weekdays seems to become the moment you want to cherish the most.
I once adopted a myna and later released it in a park. Although I can't bear to say goodbye, it's good, because at least when I'm 80 years old, I can still stubbornly believe that it is a high-flying enclave and live happily.
I know that there is no way to start life over.
However, I still have the extravagant hope that one day she will come back and let me hug her properly again.
You see, I am just like her now, so stupid.