不是你的錯。不是他的錯。
是天賜了最好的鎖，
卻配了一把太脆的鑰匙。
I'll never know. That's the thing about this particular kind of wondering. It doesn't come with confirmation. You don't get a notification. Nobody tells you that was it, by the way, that Tuesday, that conversation, that person you didn't call back. You just move forward and build a life and sometimes, rarely, in the limbo between sleep and awake, in the quantum space between message and memory, you think about a face you almost forgot and wonder whether forgetting was the right thing to do or just the easier one.
🤍
I used to think I’d forget. Eventually I realise if it truly meant something, I’d never, as the significance has ady been registered, perhaps even before crossing path.