陌生

原來已有一個月了，不知不覺間已經一個月了。樣子，聲線我都不其然地．忘了，坐在他的身旁，除了陌生，找不到另一種感覺。看著他的雙眼，彼此都有說不盡的心底話未能說。看著我倆無名指上的那對介子，我心有點隱隱作痛，介子找對了，但手卻未能牽上。我不難過，回憶在倒退，就讓它隨著我們的沉默淡淡逝去。再也不用為回憶填上有效日期，也再不用為新增的回憶留下位置，一切都過去了。

'Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. you can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move around a dance floor. but when those senses weaken, another heightens. MEMORY. memory becomes your partner. you nurture it. you hold it. you dance with it.'

extracted from 'The Five People You Meet In Heaven

i dun think that memory can be my partner. memory will only lead u to suffer.

to get hold of the past, is to lost your memory.