It was just few weeks ago, when I posted the lovely story of them kissing under the New Year fireworks.
They were not fictional characters as I lied to Nick. 'He' is someone who is extremely closed to us and I thought the story will not have an expiration date so I insisted to keep his identity confidential for the sake of privacy.

But now we, 'he' and me, are both losers in the game of reality and cruelty.
Or rather we're simply statistical fool who still believes in love utopia.

Then now his story gives a slap on my face. It just makes me realized that I'm such a godlike loser in the love of mine.

Yes, it's a great experience.
At least it taught me consistently looking at the bright side of the story, because my heart couldn't afford to flip it, nor even a short glance on the other side.

So I always sound so happy and willing to be pawned.
Or I will say something like "I learn and grow up a lot" to cover up my godlike loser's streak.
And then you might think that I have plan this, I stepped on the known land mine for the sake of "growing myself up".

So then you'll be blinded by the account figures, concluding that I never got in wholeheartedly.
So then when the last piece of my heart falls, I'm the one who picks up every piece of it and mends it like I have never been hurt before.

This is the song for today.
Yundi Li - Chopin "Fantasie" Impromptu, Op. 66