2024丨破碎的我 - 美文与经典

When he told me he was leaving I felt likea vase which has just smashed. There were pieces of me all over the tidy, tantiles. He kept talking, telling me why he was leaving, explaining it was forthe best, I could do better, it was his fault and not mine. I had heard itbefore many times and yet somehow was still not immune; perhaps one did notbecome immune to such felony.He left and I tried to get on with my life.I filled the kettle and put it on to boil, I took out my old red mug and filledit with coffee watching as each coffee granule slipped into the bone china.That was what my life had been like, endless omissions of coffee granules...