I ever met someone whom I
adored so much.
He was an oldie, but a goldie.
I remember we had so many
things in common, but most importantly, we both love reading.
I’ve never read any
Japanese author, ‘till he introduced me to Haruki Murakami.
I remember one time he
told me that he finished 1Q84 on the plane, that I should read it too.
That was when I began to
fall in love with Murakami.
He caused it and I ain't complaining.
One night I was such in anger.
We had big argument that I told him to go away.
Never had I ever thought he
would be gone right away.
I only known him not in
real life, which he decided to cut off all our connection.
He stopped talking to me
since, which left me in such a regret to let go of a nice soul.
