Love Story (8) - Dear Diary
Dear Diary, today's lake is a bewitching turquoise, I just couldn't resist it. So after work, I took a long walk along the lake shore. Sitting on the beach, my heart was as calm as the water... ...
"I want to be a business woman when I grow up, just like my Mom. How about you, Felicity?" "I want to be a singer. Hold a concert at a Navy base and sing for the marines. And you, Priscilla?" "Uh..., I don't know. Maybe I will open up a chocolate store, everything in it will be made of chocolate." ... ... I let out a scoff, 16 years old's us seemed even more certain about the future than we are today. I still remembered that afternoon, when the three of us decided to skip a class to go to the beach. "Do you remember, Grace?" "Yea..." On the other end of the phone, I could hear her voice shaking. If Priscilla was still around, she would see that neither of us has fulfilled our dreams. Not even close. "You still remember the game we played that afternoon?" How can I forget? The result is still perplexing me today.
It was a game about the future, but what is so ironic about it is you will have to ask yourself in your prior life. Kinda like the ouija game, instead, we used pen and paper, your partner's right hand and your left hand intertwined and holding the pen together. Calling out your prior life repeatedly until the pen started moving itself, then you can ask whatever questions, and the answer will be revealed on the paper... ...
"You should definitely go to the Great Wall. Priscilla died there, your prior life told you to go, and now the strange dream... ..." Yea, they are all coming together for me now. I have never been to the Great Wall, but feel like I have been there million times, and it has always been a mysterious place for me. I didn't get to see it that winter, our car was snowed in, and the whole Great Wall was closed to public. Are you ready to see me now, Great Wall? I am no longer that chubby little girl, singing all the way on the train, longing to see you, so much that I couldn't fall asleep. To me now, you have become a sad sad place, a place where I lost my best friend, where I was cursed ... ...
Dear Diary, what's good about knowing the future? and what's good about growing up? If I could choose, I'd rather be that chubby little girl forever, cuz I know, she is happier.
"I want to be a business woman when I grow up, just like my Mom. How about you, Felicity?" "I want to be a singer. Hold a concert at a Navy base and sing for the marines. And you, Priscilla?" "Uh..., I don't know. Maybe I will open up a chocolate store, everything in it will be made of chocolate." ... ... I let out a scoff, 16 years old's us seemed even more certain about the future than we are today. I still remembered that afternoon, when the three of us decided to skip a class to go to the beach. "Do you remember, Grace?" "Yea..." On the other end of the phone, I could hear her voice shaking. If Priscilla was still around, she would see that neither of us has fulfilled our dreams. Not even close. "You still remember the game we played that afternoon?" How can I forget? The result is still perplexing me today.
It was a game about the future, but what is so ironic about it is you will have to ask yourself in your prior life. Kinda like the ouija game, instead, we used pen and paper, your partner's right hand and your left hand intertwined and holding the pen together. Calling out your prior life repeatedly until the pen started moving itself, then you can ask whatever questions, and the answer will be revealed on the paper... ...
"You should definitely go to the Great Wall. Priscilla died there, your prior life told you to go, and now the strange dream... ..." Yea, they are all coming together for me now. I have never been to the Great Wall, but feel like I have been there million times, and it has always been a mysterious place for me. I didn't get to see it that winter, our car was snowed in, and the whole Great Wall was closed to public. Are you ready to see me now, Great Wall? I am no longer that chubby little girl, singing all the way on the train, longing to see you, so much that I couldn't fall asleep. To me now, you have become a sad sad place, a place where I lost my best friend, where I was cursed ... ...
Dear Diary, what's good about knowing the future? and what's good about growing up? If I could choose, I'd rather be that chubby little girl forever, cuz I know, she is happier.
posted by saisai at 7:46 PM
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