“ Which doesn't mean, of course, that I'd stopped loving her, that I'd forgotten her, or that her image had paled; on the contrary; in the form of a quiet nostalgia she remained constantly within me; I longed for her as one longs for something definitively lost. ” － Milan Kundera

Maybe I shouldn't have said that, in that way....

心好像有個填補不了的黑洞。

然後，大概又是無止境的沈默。逃避。

If you are sorry, talk to me then.
Whatever that might lead to.

why are you doing this to me?

Why is this happening.....