Fievelian Fantasy

Behind your back will never be back. 

I still remember that Saturday we met—in its breezy afternoon when we rode a bike, going to the ravishing campus lake. Memorial as it is, I shall get it over.

I’m scared, but I’m strong.

Staring at those photos that once used to be pretty scary reminders, I fell that I have been getting you over. It had been a pang, then it became regret, but now, fortunately, it turns out to be sort of relief. Now I dare, I dare to review those photos, which means I am making progress, ain’t I?

As I stared at the first picture I shot for you where you stood by the ravishing NCU Lake, a complex of emotions poured into my heart.

In the photo, your smile, your hairstyle, your pose, even your freckles—all seem close yet distant.

November 5, 2005—I still remember:

That Saturday, in its breezy afternoon, beside the cool lake visited by a number of families—and us—the missed stayed.

We rode a bike borrowed from your classmate, touring around the shaded pathways inside the campus. We chatted. We shared.

Behind your back is never back. Memorial as it is, I shall get it over.