Met and lost
It's been a long time since I've been in touch with you, and I'm taking the liberty of writing to you this time.
I remember when you and I were together, you always laughed at my pedantry, at the fact that I was always living in the memories of the past. I always laughed at you for living in the future and not really paying attention to the present. The future is after all too unreal, like a mirage, unattainable. Today, with modern communications so advanced, I still write to you in the oldest, most primitive way with my pen in my hand, and this time I hope you won't laugh at me anymore. Perhaps, as you said, a person like me is too drunk on the past, too fixed on the past that sentiment, will eventually be abandoned by the tide of the times. I'm sorry! In fact, how can I not complain and blame myself?
