Gone with the wind

[jiegenghua]

Scarlett, I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together and tell myself the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. Perhaps, if I were younger but I am too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over. I am too old to shoulder the burden of constant lies that go with living in polite disillusionment. I couldn't live with you and lie to myself. I can't even lie to you now. I wish I could care what you do or where you go, but I can't.