After experiencing loss, will we truly understand what cherishing is?
Can we appreciate the value of the ordinary if we lose the beauty?
What is black and what is white, or is there no absolute black and white in this world?
This story, I will never tell you whether it is true or false. Because life is sometimes crueler than fiction. Throwing away the flashy coat of fantasy, what kind of pale version of ourselves will we see?
I am a gay patient with late stage AIDS. I once abandoned my girlfriend who loved me and my mother who loved me for so-called love. Now, as I am approaching the end of my life, I look back on the unbearable scenes of the past, and the despair and regret in my heart have long since become indifferent. The only thing I want to do is to do something more for the girlfriend I failed, and to express my deep regret to my mother who loves me.
This article is adapted from many true stories.