Sometimes when I'm doing the dishes, or when I'm putting away the laundry or something, it hits me.
Thank god.
I remember the faces of this guy and that guy, or that guy I almost constructed a family with.
I would think,
Thank god I didn't marry those guys and did marry with the guy I am with now.
Thank god.
And thank god I went back to Tsuruya to buy that lovely silk agnès b. bag that day.
