当不爱了, 连回忆都是负荷

I'm somewhat flattered in a bewildered way why Mr Veins would resort to blocking my email address on his Facebook (such that I can never see or contact him). I guess I must have traumatised him sufficiently for such extreme measures. Though whatever it was that I did, it sure didn't register on me even till now. I'm sorry the years between us hadn't made him react to me with any more maturity, magnanimity or mellowness than before. We couldn't speak when it stopped; and we certainly can't have a dialogue now. Thankfully, I'm slightly wiser and I can attempt to blog about this, instead of relegating it to the backyard in resentful, silent shame. Hey, I guess we can't bridge all barriers, and we can't understand all people. If it's a perverse move to attract my attention, well, it worked just fine to make me want to stem all current and future interaction completely.

In a weird coincedence, Mr Dimple has started leaving public messages on my Facebook wall and commenting on my status. He's an engineer and I really doubt his ability to play mind games as M Veins had previously sought to do, but I wouldn't be a honours grad of literature and philosophy pedigree if the petty thought hadn't crossed the mind: he wants me to notice the profile picture that he's using of he and his girlfriend. Because, really, whatever he is remarking is damn boh liao and he has never done this before. I'm disturbed it's being reported in the Newsfeed and on his own wall too.

一朵云能载多少思念的寄托
在忽然相遇的街头
当我们擦身而过 那短短一秒钟　
都明白 什么都变了

一转身谁能把感慨抛在脑后
在事过境迁以后　
这感情就算曾经 刻骨且铭心过　
过去了 又改变什么　

地球它又 公转几周了
浓情爱恋　都已陌生了

我不难过了　甚至真心希望你能幸福
当我了解你只活在记忆里头
我不恨你了　甚至原谅你的残忍理由
当我了解不爱了　连回忆　都是负荷
我不恨你了　甚至感谢这样不期而遇
当我从你眼中发现我已是 陌生人　
我已是　陌生人了