It had been several days since I last found something with Chinese characters on the label while rummaging through my cupboard. Then my hand had come across this can. Why anyone would bring condensed milk all the way from China when it was perfectly available in the United States is something I can’t figure out. And I will never be able to, because I can’t ask him.
When he said he didn’t want to have any attatchments to take back with him to China, I thought I would make him fall in love with me, the way I had with him. I thought that after living together and loving eachother he would realize it was worth a long distance relationship.
Then one day he was gone. He had said he wasn’t going to tell me when he was leaving. But I didn’t beleive him. I really thought he would give himself up to me. But I was wrong. He left no way of contacting him. No note of apology or love’s expressions. All he left were a few food items he had brought with him. The last of which he didn’t even really need to bring.