"Past/history is not what happened, but what survives the shipwrecks of judgment and chance."
He was the first man I ever loved in my life for 6 full years from age 24.
He was a charismatic Shanghainese.I'm sure he would be even more now.
For the past weeks, I'have frequently asked myself "do you still have feeling for him"?
I still have a a little bit of caring, but definitely no longer "love".
And "Thank you" is the only unspoken words left for him.
