Jinghe — 23 June
We broke up in June 2014. I don’t remember the exact date, or even the day, but I’m sure you still remember it clearly because it was a special day when you met him. If you didn’t remind me two years ago, I would not even remember the month. I don’t really want to talk about that anymore.
Xinjiang is scorching, and I’ve been drinking cold water (not iced). It reminded me of something. Once I asked you what your favourite drink was. You replied, somewhat sarcastically, “air sejuk.” You were angry with me that time, like you often were, and I tried to make things better but…hmmm.
Happy 12 years apart. I hope you are truly happy, both in your body and in your heart, because you deserve it.
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“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald