Sometimes, I think about my life as a book.
A pocket book, that kind of nine-dollar book you buy at The Second Shelf. A paperback that carries that lulling scent of freshly printed letters. Every year, the page is turned and a new chapter starts. It isn't a very good book, thought – I can't go back and edit the past. I just have to keep going.
Once, I heard a quote from a beautiful girl. She told me "You can't change the past – how your story's formed. The only thing you can change is how you decide to continue."
I've tried to live after that quote. I've really tried.
But sometimes, carrying on is hard. Especially when the one you love the most is suddenly gone and will never come back – which eventually cause you to meet the best person you've ever met in your entire life.
Yet, life would take her from you within a couple of days.
I guess the book of my life isn't really a happy book.
Rather a fucking tragedy.
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