This afternoon I went to play basketball. I think I should do something new to begin my new life, play basketball may be a good choice. It was the first time since I entered Grade 2 in junior school, it seemed so strange but familiar at the same time. Just like now I see Any, strange and familiar. Played for 2 hours, my finger is hurt, the nail is apart from the finger. The pain combines with the pain of heart, so serious. Now it is still painful when I typing, because the wound is touched. It reminds me the apart separation of Any and I. As the nail and finger, it is of great aching to be separated, when touchs it, sharp pain follows. Any wrote that he is lovely, yeah, I haven't seen the man, maybe he is more lovely than me, and maybe he is not what I thought of him, but I don't like him, just as Any doesn't like L.
    Do separations are all so painful? Maybe it's the truth. I got two, deeply.