missing

The missing thing in my life is affection (compassion?). One memory pops up in my mind, the time when we bought a little necklace item to E. It was a little red heart, smaller than my finger nail. She said "This is my heart, Rem". What a wonder that moment was! Such surprising for me, even at 15, to hear so emotional things.

To this day I have never come out of my shell that much, like her. Fortunately, she is still like that and being around those people softens the crudeness of everday life. There is not much more to say here.