An impossible possible

I forget the things I tried my best to forget and can’t remember even one word—that is what I thought days earlier. Yes, I can’t remember the number, the ID nor the password. But when I got the place where things happened, I realize there is something I can’t forget. I can remember it easily at sometime or in somewhere.

I have no idea whether I can call it brave. I chose a subway station and wait for a possible. But it is not the right station. Just for a possible.

Right, the day before yesterday, I got a stupid idea in my mind. Maybe life is boring, I need something to do. One hour and a half, people came and went. Some sat for a while and some went fast for next stop. That person didn’t appear. I felt happy but a little disappointment. To be frank, I don’t know what I want.

When we are together, we power struggle, we cheat each other, we are one-sided and we are stingy of understanding. At last, we lack of courage to talk face to face. So we left it at that.           

Waiting for an impossible possible is not clever, but I won’t regret. Now we don’t have any connection. Exactly, we have had no relation already. Come out of the subway station, got on the train, and I left that city again. Maybe I will have a transfer next time, and maybe I will come back here years later, who knows. But I shall show that I can be happier leaving that someone, if it is the last thing I do in love. Indeed, the last.