It’s a tranquil sunny saturday morning in Saigon. I walk to work with a heavy heart. I know it’s the cold inside of me that excludes me from the total lively world outside.
I look for some pieces of music that harmonize with this moody soul. Music always proves to be a true match for my unspoken chaos. I could feel every note and word in it. I could picture in mind all the according memories vividly.
I feel lost in my own world.
I feel sunk helplessly.
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I text one of my best chics. The way she replies is really beautiful:
Maybe I should be fair, by appreciating all the other kinds of love existing. It’s unfair to lose myself in romantic love and ignore other loves that I am still lucky enough to be given and feel.
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