Friday, December 5, 2008

This is touching

A story on Newpaper, from a man who lost his wife in the Mumbai hotel attack.

The language was so simple and undecorated, yet it made me cry.


He loves her :
"I told you it looked like I had my demands not because I wanted you, but because I needed you.
You were really my entire life

......
You were not something that was nice to have around.
You were what I needed.
You were part of me."


He treasures her:
" I didn't even want you to get wet in the rain.
......
Everything I did, I did for you. My whole life really revolved around you.
You were truly the meaning of my life
. "

but, now, he lost her:
" I remember my last words to you: 'I love you very much.'
And those were your last words to me, too
.

......
Right now, it's one day at a time. There's no planning, no thinking of tomorrow.
In your obituary, I said: 'My life has no meaning and no purpose.' "

降温

从回到家里到现在,一直缩在小粉红被子里 --- 好像,今晚特别冷。不知是因为天气预报里说的冷空气袭港,还是你不在身边。