Juisin
05 June 1988
18
我渐渐的自我催眠,却回不到从前..
Sunday, July 31, 2005
1:40 AM
broken pieces of my heart
been indulging in games these few weeks.
August you lai lerr..
sigh. -.-..
sick for one week.
still sick-ing =x
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
to think of it.. no one understand me that well too .
kewl.
im still holding on to something i know.
perharps..somethings really takes time.
especially long for me.-.-
what if.. i cant?