Jimmy and his girlfriend's love stroy is rugged, but sweet and wonderful. No one likes the flavourless stories, even more flavourless than the purified water. Their story is matching on, so is mine and so is everyone's. As growing up, I have lost many treasuring things, like friendships in the childhood, ex-sweethearts, even grandfather, etc. Some couldn't come back, while some could.
In the forum, I encountered a thread which was posted by who was my very good friend in my childhood. We have been out of touch for almost 10 years, and she was finding me. I was very happy about that she still remembered me. But somehow, I was not willing to reply. All has changed. We couldn't be as good friends as 10 years before, and we may have nothing to talk to each other. Thus, is the reunion so important?
My lovely little cat, which ever accompanied me for years, pictures in my brain. It suffered from certain lethal disease. Several days before its death, I painfully did everything in my power to extend its life. But eventually and inevitably it passed away. I am sorry for that cat, for the good things I've lost and for that bygones never come back.
I want to speak to that friend:
I am sorry for that good things must end. That is the thing I gatta do, but I don't mean I want to. Goodbye, forever.
In the forum, I encountered a thread which was posted by who was my very good friend in my childhood. We have been out of touch for almost 10 years, and she was finding me. I was very happy about that she still remembered me. But somehow, I was not willing to reply. All has changed. We couldn't be as good friends as 10 years before, and we may have nothing to talk to each other. Thus, is the reunion so important?
My lovely little cat, which ever accompanied me for years, pictures in my brain. It suffered from certain lethal disease. Several days before its death, I painfully did everything in my power to extend its life. But eventually and inevitably it passed away. I am sorry for that cat, for the good things I've lost and for that bygones never come back.
I want to speak to that friend:
I am sorry for that good things must end. That is the thing I gatta do, but I don't mean I want to. Goodbye, forever.
