Dec 29, 2024
I didn’t know how to put it into words so that I could read it in the future. Sorry, I don’t have much to say… or maybe I do.
I wanted to cry so badly, but not a single tear came to my eyes. The warm feeling grew with every page, little by little. But when I read the last few pages, I couldn’t help myself. It was as if the cork had been popped loose, and I was crying. I even smudged some of the words on the page while wiping my tears.
Ah, a grown-ass man crying, huh? But I felt at ease. I felt
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relaxed, even comfortable. There are some dark stains on my T-shirt right now. I stared at them for a moment, thinking these are my feelings, released in the form of liquid. I don’t want these stains to fade, but by the time I finished writing this, they already had.
I’m not sad about it, though—I’m happy. I read it while I’m alive. I never thought a story could have this much impact on me. There’s this feeling I keep telling myself: “It’ll never happen again.” I’ll never experience this exact feeling again. It lasts for a few hours and then fades, but I know I’ll always remember it.
As time passed, I sat under the soft morning sunlight to ease myself. A cold wind is blowing around me, and I can feel it. I can.
At last, I have to say, this novel is one of my personal favorites. For today, at least, it’s the one that’s touched me the most. This message feels like a time capsule. I’ll say it: I cherish this novel more than my life. It will probably rest beside my deathbed.
Now my mom is calling me from downstairs. I need to wash my face and turn back into the normal me. Yeah, it’s hard, but that’s life, I guess.
Reviewer’s Rating: 10
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