I looked and looked at her. And I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I'd ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago, but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither. I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight other face.

I thought she’d say maybe the departure is not the end of this. Or we gonna see each other next time at least. But instead, she told me: safe flight, bro. It’s the worst case, but it’s also a warning sign and a brand new start for maybe both of us.

I always love and hate airports. Because countless people leave each other and re-encounter with each other at the airport. That is what fascinates me. People saying goodbyes to their love ones with joy on their face but quickly turns their back on their far gone love ones and start to cry. In this case, farewell, my special one.

[星星]"If a man is truly in love, the most beautiful woman in the world couldn't take him away. Maybe for a few days, but not forever." ​​​​

[半星] "My dear, surrender your heart to me I will protect it with My love." [微风] ​​​​

[空星] "The quality of life is more important than life itself." ​​​​

[星星] “Reading—it’s the third best thing to do in bed.” ​​​​

[半星] “She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to. 
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[空星] “We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.” ​​​​