I don't know if anyone went to see her off.
I think yes, but I don't know if she wants to have it.
Some people are so lonely.
When you die, there is no one you love by your side.
No one cried, no one was saddened by her separation.
Even, no one noticed, and since then, no one will remember her.
Sometimes I sit in the car, look at the rushing people on the zebra crossing, and imagine what the world would be like if one of them disappeared out of thin air.
What would the world be like if I were among them and we disappeared together.
The world doesn't change because of who, maybe someone will say to someone you all know within a week of your death, Mint is dead, you know.
After that, life will be calm, and when no one is drinking the loofah poached egg soup, the moment the spoon is brought to the mouth, suddenly think of your poor craftsmanship, and tears splatter.
Everything about you just disappeared. Not even gradually.
Yesterday the pastor brutally told us that love has no afterlife.
Your lover in this life, in this life only, everything will end, and death is the end of everything, another beginning that has nothing to do with it.
So sad, this ending.
What's even more sad is that before you died, you never even joined hands with someone who could regret or be content with.
Well, what can you have.
Wish he would smile at me when he died, or just think of me and say thank you.
Is that enough.
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