A Year of Waiting

A year ago, I slept like a baby. I even had a habit of falling asleep while we were talking on the phone, for which I am sorry, but it's just that the sound of your voice comforts me. Knowing you were always there for me, knowing that you'd still love me when I wake …

Moving On

All of us possess the strength to move on from something--a death, a farewell--we thought would crush us. But I am afraid of moving on. I am afraid of forgetting.

Highfaluting

Once, after reading a research paper of mine, a classmate accused me of using highfaluting English. I don't know if she really meant to say my English was pompous or if she was merely saying my English was complicated. If it's the latter, I would have to agree because, rereading my college papers now, some …

From a Greek epitaph (translated by Christopher Morley)

I who loved Beauty was not beautiful; I cherished Truth and yet I was not true; I who remembered am so soon forgotten, But I loved you.

Undercover emo

Life does give you happiness, but the pain you must pay in tribute far exceeds happiness' worth.

Life in technicolor

How lovely life would be if everything were in technicolor.