Life is so long, and somehow I believe that I can lead a long and happy life in the end. I know if you believe you are blessed, then indeed, you will be blessed. I can have a happy ending. So what's the big deal of the small unhappiness now? Why it bothers you so much since nothing can be changed and what happened is just what happened. They are all gone. And you can move on, right? Those words, whether they are lost in translation, or whether he really understood and believed what you mean, does it matter now? You never get the response you want, and you never receive the messages you are willing to get, no matter it is good or bad. You even begin to blame yourself. What you get is just they way to make things easy and simple, to cut it off, and it seems that all the memory and times are so easy to never be mentioned, deleted, and threw away. So why do you try so hard?

People are forgetful, and people are busy. Who you can spend time with? Probably just yourself. But I don't think it's right.

It reminds me Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again. I cannot fully understand it, still, I cant. But the sentences below, they hit my heart.

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd"