In the mid-night of March 1st 2008, I, shamefully, wet my pillow again. Is one year a long time? Surely it is not so to my memory. I asked: I feel you and I are so different when it comes to our hobbies, interests, etc. You said: so what? don't you enjoy being with me? A few months later, we had similar conversation, but we said the other person's line. The first time, I said I was thinking our relationship is centered around me and you while you added everyone else into the circle. Half a year later you said you think our relationship is just about two of us then I do not know what happened to the two of us.

At this moment, I could not stop tearing. But this is not right. It is March 2008 and I shall not weep.