On May 9, 2015, I woke up early. My groggy mind raced at full speed. I spent the whole day thinking about and turning over my past life in my mind: my friendships, my love, and the family ties I could never bring myself to let go of...
My youth began at seventeen, and that was also the year my love blossomed, only to be buried again before the year was out. The romance lasted just six weeks, yet it took away all my ability to love and be loved. I carved my longing into my chest and watched it seep little by little into my left atrium. To the boy I loved, Yi Jun.
My friendships were built from the lovely Yu Jia and the clever A Ying. We were like the strongest triangle, impossible for anyone to break apart except ourselves.
At noon, the sun shone fiercely into my world, forcing me to open my eyes and look at the emptiness in my chest, that bloody scar...
That's when I realized I was past the age of doing whatever I pleased. I had learned to yield and make concessions. I tried to make myself perfect because I had met someone so perfect! He made me forget all my pain. All that remained in my heart was his warmth. My God, I love that man, who is nine years older than me.
All the pain will take the stage, because my memories have not yet reached their end. Like a reservoir with its floodgates opened, everything I loved, hated, cared about, and everyone who didn't love me, will leave me...
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