I think this is my last farewell to you. Last time.
I'm not a man of my word, at least when it comes to him. This "last time" has been used about one hundred and sixty-eight times, once a month for fourteen years, so on average it should be accurate. However, after all, I still went around and around and walked through these fourteen years.
I keep trying. Tried every method. I thought if I had access to hypnosis, maybe I would give it a try. Laugh, what are you trying to hypnotize? It's true that anything can be said about him, but nothing is useful.
My friend told me to try writing it down. Complete, from beginning to end, like a memoir. Maybe it's better for me. I don't know if there are any benefits, but you don't care about one more time, right?
But I'm not a very good storyteller. When I was studying engineering, my colleagues commented on my thinking; it wasn't that I was not within limitations, but that I completely ignored them. Leap thinking, or so it is said. So not many people are willing to listen to my lectures on exercises. By analogy, probably the memories I write down will not be straightforward and easy to understand. Even though my mind wanders, try your best.
But I think this process, apart from self-treatment, has other meanings. I hope to leave some marks and imprints on this long river of time. In this way, even if I let go, there will be something in this world that can prove that this memory really existed.