×òÍí¿ªÊ¼»³ÒÉ×Ô¼º¡£You know the stages, as Daryan puts it, denial, blame, anger, awareness of reality, sadness, peace in acceptance.
×òÍí×ßÈë³ÐÈÏÊÂʵµÄ½×¶ÎÁË¡£The awareness of reality has kicked in. And so the tears flowed, freely, again.
Actually, since it happened I've never stopped shedding tears. Not one day has passed without at least a drop rolling down my cheeks. Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with my tear ducts, leaking like that. No wonder he used to call me a faulty water tap.
²»ÊÇÎÒ²»ÒªÈ¥Ñ§Ï°Íü¼Ç£¬Ö»ÊÇѧÀ´Ñ§È¥»¹ÊÇѧ²»À´¡£Do you get it? I do try. All the time. Some people tell me its because I keep telling myself that I still love him, thats why I can't forget. But its not that. Just because I write all about it in this blog, doesn't mean that in reality I don't try. You should see my room now, my wallets, the stuff I've put aside, the photos I've hidden in far away places, out of reach, so that I will not remember the memories.
ÎÒÕæµÄÓÐȥѧϰ¡£But no matter how I try or force my self to put it aside, the dreams and images keep coming back. I've resorted to forcing myself to listen to some really depressing songs, just to sit it out and let it go.... but the dreams, they keep recurring.
I hate it when things like this happen. Urgh!!! It just defeats the purpose of living, when you keep remembering things you'd rather forget.
