柴米油鹽醬醋茶

Maybe we were both wrong.

Maybe I should have packed you up then. Pack up with you the happiest of my times, the most innocent of my youth, the purest of myself, the softest of my heart.

You are no longer a lover. You are much much more than that. You are so deeply entwined with my soul, you are a part of me, more than you realise.

Through your pain, I experienced what it feels like to have a knfe stab into, and twist around three times in my heart. What is worse, it is my own hand doing all of that.

Yes, I should have packed you up.

Pick up the memories scattered all over Sydney, place them neatly in the chamber inside the heart that was torn apart. The heart will fibrose itself up, that is the wonder of human body...layers and layers of tissues wound around to protect it from further ado.

But I don't want it to....I want to pack you, not to seal you... That is the last little bit of childishness within me.