poring's notebook entry: May 01, 2011 How are you doing? I am well, thank you. Actually, I’m meeting a good man. He’s a little late today. It’s been more than 30 minutes. He seems to sleep too much. He handed me a cup of warm coffee saying sorry for having been late. He’s a warm-hearted man that much, who is so kind man for me. It is said that the wound of love can be only cured by another love. I didn’t realize that when I was staggering in the separation from you. But, I seem to have changed since I met him. Last night, even while I was very sick, he stayed by my side all night. I was so happy at that time even without you. Whenever walking together, he walks along outside of the sidewalk for me as you did. (He keeps me working the inside of the sidewalk as you did.) Last night, some friends of mine who invited to my birthday party asked me about him. When I said that he’s just a man I know, he seemed to feel hurt. It is said that the wound of love can be only cured by another love. I didn’t realize that when I was staggering in the separation from you. But, I seem to have changed since I met him. Last night, even while I was very sick, he stayed by my side all night. I was so happy at that time even without you. I know that he is a quite good man. I know that, but why are things being seen for you. (She is seeing things.) Your way of speaking and even your habits are found from him. Love seems not to be cured by another love. He always reminds me of you. I’m sorry. I’m probably a fool who can’t do anything without you.