ronanchua :)

Which tree did you fall from?

A once-very-important person in my life presented an idea he believed in, late at night, curled under sheets, warmed by our skin. He said that we strive to be different from our parents but it is an inevitability that in doing so, we grow right into them. Maybe this was true because later on he had left me like how his parents left one another. And here I am still holding on to the last traces and remnants of the sensation we used to share like how my parents sort out their lives and ours, together. All by myself.