I remember someone once said, only after you have loved can you know how to hate. Only when you have hated it will your heart hurt. My heart aches and I start to think about the past.
No matter it was sweet or bitter. Licking my wounds alone. Squat quietly in the corner, and then say hello with a smile.
But, what did I get again. Is it a memory? However, when memories become the past, can everything go back to the time when I didn't meet you...