I realized that I thought of her quite frequently, more than I expected, and more than I supposed to.
The sharp appearance of her name – supposedly my name – often comes to my mind out of nowhere, usually when I am in the middle of doing some chores, or it just happens. It is just the thought of her name, the thought of her evanescent existence in this world, just that. Like she comes and says hello and leaves immediately. Nothing more. There is no following thought.
I guess just because we’re called the same, so every time someone calls me, it gets echoed into the memory of her which I don’t even have.
This strange feeling annoys me a bit since I cannot really talk about it with the one I should.
Chau, I hope you’re free. I hope we are both free.