Dear all, I came back to the reality last Sunday. Everything was fine. I didn't spend much time with the drifter. He had to meet some friends for job-hunting and prepare his midterm. And my friends in Beijing invited me to be their guest with great enthusiasm. When we met again, at the first sight, I (or we) have realized that we are just friends. We shared hamburgers and glasses of wine together. We had a nice talk and hugged each other for goodbye. But we are friends. Maybe the long distance weakened the feeling about "love". I think the only thing we created together is wonderful friendship. Now I've let go of his hand and my imagination. I flight to Taipei with a relieved smile. When I went back to my school on Monday, many people thought that I'm in love. They said I have a good complexion and get prettier. "Friendship is love without his wings." Without wings, without passion, we couldn't fly to each other's country so easily. Maybe we won't have chances to meet again. But next time, if we have "next time", no matter how we will be, it will be a new start. ------------------------------------------------ Dear Ken, Sayonara! Best, Jing ------------------------------------------------ ※ 編輯: LesMiz 來自: 61.230.108.54 (03/25 18:06)