Time flies quickly, always. On the Spring Festival of 2012,
I stayed at the dorm all alone while the rest of my dorm went home for the
get-together holiday, due to the long journey and the short break.
After the
phone call from my family, I could not help missing them all and the music
coming from the computer helped to attribute the sadness.
Then the phone rang.
It was Z.
He never called me since the separation.
I thought he knew
when it was time to call it quits. He used to stay cool and keep his emotions
in check all the time. It was sheer clear to him that what to do. So it surprised
me a lot when he called me.
And it was weird and uncomfortable to chat with him,
you know, in view of the history.
He asked me how was my life going?
I said fine
It was so hard to continue the conversation.
I responded with the same kinds of civilities:
“what is new in your
life? Are you Ok?”
You just can not copy the ideas of others.
It never ends
well.