I adores Kwong’s essays in love for the delicate and accurate narration of sweetness, bitterness and pain in different stages of a relationship. However, during his 4 years of writing career, it seems that he keeps repeating more or less the same stuff in his 10 books. Maybe I have grown up a bit, I found his essays no longer appealing to me.
The only piece in this book I found good is “壞前度”, particularly these two lines: “他的確曾經是你生命裡最重要的人,你重視他多於重視你自己,於是你一次又一次隱藏自己的感受,只為能夠換他一笑,但你自己的感受呢?你的感受又有誰來重視?沒有,至少他沒有。” and “但他不會明白,因為他一直最愛的人都只是他自己,打從與你開始至分手一刻,他從來沒有把你放在心裡的首要位置。”
Right to the point, and it explained why my “ex” has a new girlfriend after breaking up with me for barely a week. I thought I bought this book for some emotional comfort, but not until I read this essay I realised that I have long gone and moved on. Douchebags like this really don’t worth my heartbreak and tears.