We've been apart for two years, two long and short years. I've been healing myself for the past two years, convincing myself to believe in love, to believe in you, to believe in another person. In my opinion, love is one of the most beautiful things in the world, worth fighting for, worthy of our soup. Only if we have truly experienced love will we understand that everything we do, learning, working, moving, even if it is static, will eventually come down to one appeal: to love and to be loved.
We have to make ourselves look smart, beautiful, kind, capable and meaningful, which can enjoy our lives and make us loved by more people, and it is this feeling of being needed and loved that makes us feel a sense of belonging and a sense of happiness.
I always feel that a breakup shouldn't be like this, a breakup shouldn't be so resolute and indifferent, it shouldn't be so overwhelming. I am the girl you have truly loved, the person you put on the tip of your heart, whether it is happy or sad, I am with you. Even if the love fades, at least it should retain a decent tenderness: "I don't love you anymore, but I have infinite tenderness towards you, for a lifetime." Even if the affection fades, you should also retain the affection of your friend: "I don't love you anymore, I still have affection for you, even if it is an old friend, it will occasionally make me feel sad." 」 ”
But we didn't, and we separated like enemies. You gave me all your coldness, indifference, determination, and fierceness, and after two years, you put me in the position of a stranger in your heart, even stranger than a stranger. Stingy talking to me, stingy with me, not wanting to have anything to do with me, as if our feelings were blank, as if the happy times of those years didn't exist.
When I pressed you, you said lightly, "I can't bear to hurt you, but I don't want to hurt myself." ”
The implication is that I am still your wound, and the beauty of my face is cruel to you. It's just that I still don't understand that even the beauty of the past is in vain, and it is drowned in the world with time. But those good memories are always the positive energy that supports us to continue to live, we can forget the pain, forget the hatred, but we should not refuse to be happy, we should not forget the source of happiness.
I have heard people say before that how desperate a person can be, how affectionate he is in the first place. Originally, I didn't believe it, but now I think it is deeply believed. I certainly know that the person who broke up first is not qualified to stay. But you and I know in our hearts that although the person who broke up first was me, in fact, the person who wanted to leave long ago was you. You don't want to be the evil person who took the initiative to break up, you want me to mention the breakup. So in the later period, you were infinitely indifferent to me, you did not want to accompany me, but said that I occupied your time; you did not want to give me gifts, but said that I was too extravagant; you did not want to love me, but said that I was not gentle enough, not capable enough to be beautiful. God knows what you said when you chased me! You say that I am your angel, the person you can't put down the most in your life, but after only two years, you have forgotten me completely!
I'm fed up with chasing your back all the time, and I'm fed up with the trepidation of tiptoeing and not being able to catch you. I'm like a bad guy, others see me kick you away, but they don't know that you are sad on the surface and laugh in your heart. No matter what other people think of me, I'm a really good person, and I'll give you the freedom you want. You should not hate, nor should you be indifferent. You should thank me.
The mountains are high and the waters are long, the days are long and the road is long, I wish you happiness!