The moment he answered, asking my recent news. It seems nothing has happened, and we were just like before. I knew nothing, having done nothing. No matter how I disagreed with him, I still went with him.
But I have experienced too much, endured too much. I am no more the one who knew nothing about life, about living. I have been taught so much. And after a bunch of things, I thought I could just walk out of everyone's life, retreat to myself. But there are times. Not the memory, but the reality would go wrong, and it happened like it was yesterday once more.
I cried, not for this person I knew, but for the past I pulled through. I survived from my past. Anything from past could intrigue my tears. I am not the tough guy, yet I am still not the kind that would easily surrender.
