Just for commemorating my gone love. I really hate to give up. I think there won't be a new girl-owner of it for a rather long time. So, just keep it in my memory until the new owner appears. Regard it as a witness of my 3 years' love.

 It's the second day after breaking up with Any. Two days with seldom sleep, which make me feel tired and languish. I don't feel used to waking up so early while staying up all night. She has gone donwtown, but I have no qualification or courage to follow. Just now I went downstairs to drive to have breakfast, but the motorbike is gone. I even have no words to leave when read her blogs. Yeah, all things are unaccustomed without her.
 She says she is happy, really happy. I should have felt happy as well because of her happiness, but I haven't. The other way round, I feel sad. Yesterday I told some friends that we had broken up. Almost all of them thought I was joking. Our amativeness seems so long and strong in others' eyes, while it seems rather weak at the same time.Unbelievable.
 Baby, without me, the earth still keeps rotating, right? But to me, it's opposite.