I wish she knew that I have never forgotten the picture she gave me. Most of the memories fade and fizzle out eventually along the river of time. What left on the shore of age, are the fragment of dialogues, images, and staccato words. They are imperfect, but special. What makes them special is perhaps our subconscious cling to the past, they might change your view on the world, or they can be just some trivial gossips and illogical stuff.
I really want to tell her that I’ve never forgotten about the past we spent together. Even I made a couple of girl friends after we bickered, your images, your mischievous smile and character, sporadically crossing my mind. After watching Before sunrise, Celine was reminiscent me of you. I wish I had someone like Celine in my life, and I think I did. You are the shadow of her, and left me with the shadow.
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