3:00 in the morning. 8 hours before the plane departs. 22 hours before I arrive in Shanghai. You are online.

Befor I leave...

The last cup of coffee Im having. It's hazelnut, black, as usual.

The last time Im online, being green.

The last time Im writing my blog.

Everything was better than fine these past few days. Yet a slight feeling of sadness strikes me.

What is it about? Is it because Im having everything so good here that Im reluctant to leave? Or is it because I fear everything will be changed, everything Ive build will vanish when I come back? Or am I afraid of this summer, the who and the what? 

When the sadness had come, it brought company, named exitement. Exitement about the dinner plan in Shanghai. Exitement about spending a night alone in Shanghai. Exitement about this summer, the who and the what.

 

3:30. Im not finished with my coffee, nor my blog. You are still online.

Sometimes, I wonder, what sleep has done you wrong. The times that I have asked you to sleep more. How my words don't matter at all. 7 minutes later, your msn is still green. So is mine. But we never chat.

 

Bittersweet, tonight's coffee makes me feel this way, so do you.