Since I Have No More Tears to Shed, I Will Rest in the Sea of Blossoms

The day I was diagnosed with cancer, I decided to plan a spontaneous trip for myself.

I had wanted to avoid everyone, but I never expected to bump into my ex-wife the moment I stepped off the bus.

Ten years had passed and neither of us was the same as before.

She had washed away the tattoo I'd drawn on her and was now dressed in designer clothes. I, on the other hand, had taken off my wedding ring and was now wearing a urinary catheter.

We exchanged a few polite greetings, both of us tactfully avoiding any mention of the past.