At the age of 25，
I lose the ability to love someone.
Maybe I can appreciate somebody,
enjoy somebody,
or get on well with somebody,
even I konw what I actually need,
I can't love anyway.
The most time in my everyday life,
I'm memorying.
I know,it's just pathetic.
I thought I have fallen in love with Mr.Chen,
I told my best friend that "I never met someone who can make me feel this way."
I thought I can do anything for him,what he needs to do is just ask.
What happend in the end?
When I realized that it was just my own show,
when I had to admit he was not that like me,
I gave up,did nothing,no more one word,just with silence.
I thought I would not be happy anymore.
In fact,
indeed,
I'm not happy,
until now.
Not because I lost him,
but I found that I was not that grief about the break up.
I WAS DEAD ALREADY.
WHEN I DON NOT NOTICE.