The last week of June has become a sentimental period for me. Isn’t the last week of June is always gay pride week? yes and it’s kinda related~ Two years ago I met B in pride parade, it also happened to be his birthday, last year that same day was the absolute last time that we hang out~ Most people would think omg it’s such an ancient history, let it go! I wanted to too, and I have been trying to move on~ There were times when I thought I really did, but then something, some events just dragged me back to thinking about him~ Memory is a tricky thing, sometimes there are things that you wanted to remember so badly but you just can’t remember at all, and sometimes there are things that you just want to forget but you never can, it stays with you~ I dunno how I can do it, but I have a vivid memory of our first encounter, from what he was wearing to what he said to even the style and length of his hair~ If you want to remember someone, the details like that is a blessing, but when you trying to move on, it is a torture. And I can recall everything that have to do with him, every encounter we have I remember~ Like this past Thursday night when it was restaurant week so Jeffrey invited me and his friends to go to an expensive restaurant in Tribeca, a neighborhood that I rarely go to, and the restaurant happens to be on the same block of a diner that me and B went to one time when we were lost in the area. I didn’t even know it’s in Tribeca, and when I saw the place on Thursday, I stared through the window to the table that we sat that time, and I can replay the entire conversation we had in my head, I could even remember what did we order that day. Yeah, it’s sick, I guess I really did love him, even when we weren’t even an actual couple at all~

It is the last week of June again, the parade is tomorrow and B’s birthday is in the middle of the week, I think i am bound to be unhappy during these few days, cos even the “distraction” I relied on for the past few months, exchange student A is going to California for summer school, guess which day he’s leaving? yup u got it right, coincidence again, it’s on B’s birthday~ U got to love how the universe always trying to play all these cruel “coincidence” jokes on me~

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