"Nothing is immortal,
Even memories fade, not to mention our feelings. ”
Time flies so fast, and this year is already the third year we have been apart.
With my hair going from shoulder-length to waist-high, you go back to work in the original city.
Life never seems to change, everything is back to when we didn't meet.
My twenty-three years old has finally arrived.
The twenty-three years I had fantasized about three years ago was completely different from now.
I thought I would have a cat, I would learn drums, we might walk along the long riverbank together, and we would argue over who would wash the dishes after eating, but we would still try to manage the little happiness that belonged to the two of us in the trivial life.
In short, my imaginary twenty-three was filled with so many insignificant little things, and the only thing I hadn't thought of was that you would be absent from my twenty-three.
A lot of times I can't help but wonder what it would be like if we were still together now.
Will we still love as deeply as we did?
Will we still end up consuming our feelings in our own quarrels?
Some say it takes at least a month for you to really realize that someone has really left your life.
I remembered the last time we had an argument, when you stood in the doorway with your luggage in your luggage, gently rested the key on the cupboard in the hallway, and looked at me sideways, as if trying to say something, but finally did not open your mouth, pushed open the door and left quietly.
To tell the truth, I was not as sad as I thought at the time, but the disappointment and tiredness accumulated from countless quarrels suddenly struck like a gust of wind.
So I didn't keep you.
So you never contacted me again.
Who would have thought that the time I couldn't remember arguing over something would be the last time we would meet.
Do you know? What really makes me feel sad after the breakup is never the hurtful words you said during the argument, nor was it the grievance that I could not bear in my feelings.
What really makes me sad is everything you leave behind in my life.
It's books on the shelves that you forgot to take away.
It's not too late for me to give you a birthday present.
It was when I was walking home alone after work, and suddenly randomly arrived in the headphones, your favorite song.
You know, I don't remember your face much, but your habits still follow me like shadows, making me inhospitable in every night of tossing and turning.
After you left, I learned how to fix faulty appliances, I learned how to make your favorite squirrel fish, I started to work out, I started working hard, and I started to run my life conscientiously and responsibly.
It's just that none of this has anything to do with you anymore.
That day, we passed by the coffee shop we used to visit and found that it had been converted into a florist.
I suddenly understood:
Nothing is immortal, not even memories fade, not to mention our feelings.
It turns out that not only will I be twenty-three years old without you, but you will also be absent in the years to come.