I broke the necklace. not exactly. I just one day, realized that it's broken. all the pieces are there, but break into parts. at first, I tried to fix it. use glue, use force, use everything I can think of to try and fix it. but none of it works, the necklace is still in its pieces, lying on my table. now I don't know what I can do with it. about two years ago by now, she gave me the necklace as birthday present. I sort of remember how things went, how she gave me the box that day, I opened it to check what's inside, then close it again. aren't you gonna wear it? she asked, i think let's go to the next class first, I'll say that was my response I wore it that day, I wore it the day after, I wore it until the day it was broken. for around two years, I wore the necklace she gave me, keep it close to my heart. because she was important, everything she gave me was important. now, i cannot say the same anymore. no, there's no one second that i can forget what she meant to me, or how i still feel the breaking heart right now. no, i'm not saying she's not important anymore. more so, i cannot seem to keep those memories anymore. she's so important that the only way i can think of to forget her is to let everything about her rot in my memory, my room, my life. i stop talking about her, stop keeping the small scraps i got from those days, barely think of her. i keep her aside, so everything about her becomes a big blurr, so I have nothing to remember of. like the broken necklace, i don't know what to do with my broken heart. everything inside me and everyone around me tells me that i should move on, and i want to, everyday everything hour every second, i always want to move on. but the hole in my heart and the broken necklace tells me, that i'm not at all ready. afterall, i haven't throw it away yet. i haven't throw away all the memories about her, i haven't completely given up on fixing that necklace. maybe, i'm still waiting for the day, when i see her again. by then, i would know, that she knows every piece of my secret, because i told her after our last encounter we could talk through it, we could pretend nothing ever happened, we can start again. only then, i can actually stuff the hole in my heart with an adequate ending i hope once i get to actually fix my heart and that neclace, it won't break again i don't want to break again
Too dazed to reply, Kumiko could only stare after her as Reinagave a little wave and turned to walk in the other direction. Not daring toblink -- afraid that any movement would break the sudden spell she found herselfentangled in -- Kumiko could feel the air pulling across from the passing carslike the tide lapping at her ankles. 1.這麼多字只有兩句話 2."--"這種符號的存在 3. 譬喻、尤其是暗喻法 4. 氣氛太好翻不出來 看來我只能自盡了(抽刀
用英文寫的東西基本上就是想講出來又想減少看得懂的人,看不懂就別試著去看懂了 然後就是有些思緒用英文去寫會比較簡單 hate the fact that I have period, does that make me a trans? never care about the image as a girl, does that make me a trans? still remember the days that I question myself why i have to be a girl and someday become weaker than the boys, does that make me a trans? sometimes i just imagine what it would be like if i was born a boy, and if i would want to become a boy. to be honest, this question has been around for as long as i remember, since pre-school years. i remember once i stripped myself till i'm topless and look into the mirror, imagine what it would be like to be born a male. even now, i cannot give an exact answer. would she love me if i was born a male? would we share the same memories as we have now? how would my life be different? what would i look like? i never really dislike being a girl, being a girl has its advantage and enjoyment, but the thoughts of becoming the opposite has never disappear, and i guess it never will.