On the third day of the lost relationship, talking about you with a friend who has not seen you for a long time, she is very curious about your appearance and several times asks to see your photos. I said that I deleted all my contact information when I broke up, and I couldn't see the circle of friends or find the photos.
She asked, "You've been talking for more than half a year, wouldn't you even have a group photo?" ”。
I flipped through the phone album, and there were only four photos related to you.
One is your back, it seems to be the third week together, one night we picked up a bunch of snacks at the convenience store and prepared to buy them back and eat while watching a movie. You lined up at the counter to check out, and I picked up a drink at the freezer behind you and took this picture as I turned to look at you.
There is a side face when you blow your hair, your bangs are hanging wet on your forehead after washing your hair, I said you are like a puppy wet with rain, you ran to the hair dryer to dry your hair. It's just that you may not know that puppies are synonymous with cuteness in my place.
Oh yes, and there's another one that you picked me up from work on New Year's Eve, and we went to a restaurant with a great atmosphere. While waiting for the seat, I saw a beautiful glass frame on the opposite wall, which reflected the shadows of the two of us. You're still working on your phone with your head down, and I sneak a picture of the moment in front of the blurred reflection.
The only framed photo of two faces that I can see is a screenshot of a video with you, or I accidentally clicked it. In the screenshot, I wear black-rimmed glasses, the expression management is not done well, ugly, you are only showing half of your face. Afterwards, I accidentally found this one in the album, so I kept it and was reluctant to delete it.
Together for more than six months, we chatted on WeChat for 1.06G days, watched 42 movies together, and shared 136 hours with each other through music.
We've drunk the same bottle of Corbies, felt each other's heartbeats when we hugged, confided in each other's secrets after getting drunk, and seriously discussed the future. People who slept and woke up in the same bed didn't end up taking a decent group photo.
In fact, most of the time about taking pictures, I am quite passive. Perhaps because of lack of self-confidence, I have been a bit of a lens phobia since I was a child, afraid that my unsightly appearance will be photographed, and I will always twist and pinch when the camera is pointed out, and I rarely want to take the initiative to take pictures.
When I grew up, I had a lot of friends who liked to take pictures, and when I met, I often proposed to take a group photo together. The happy moments in their eyes are worth recording, so they gradually face the camera and are no longer so afraid.
Every time I brush the circle of friends, I am very envious when I see the couple photos taken by others. Screenshot sent to you, you said next time we will shoot together ah.
When I took the initiative to raise the camera after the meeting, you always dodged, not that today's hairstyle is too ugly, or the clothes are not good-looking, saying that next time you must make up.
Until the couple photo poses were all dusty in the favorites, I still comforted myself that it didn't matter, the time was still very long, everything could be taken slowly, and there was no need to be so anxious. But where there are so many next time, the relationship between people is much shorter than I thought.
I think back to a boy I used to be in a relationship who always liked to hold up his phone to record the moments we had together.
We went on dates at fine dining restaurants, celebrated birthdays at Disney, went on a day trip to the zoo, or just ate fried skewers on the street, walked aimlessly downstairs in the neighborhood, and those memorable days or boring and dull daily routines were all recorded by him.
At first, I always blocked the camera and said, "It's too ugly, don't shoot", but then because of his encouragement, I tried to unnaturally find angles in front of the camera that might look better, and finally I could do any action and expression in front of his camera.
Our happy and sweet moments, my good looks, my face when I was angry, were all photographed by him. He cut them into a short film and gave them to me on anniversary.
Those photos or videos are like homemade time machines that instantly pull people into memories. Accurately recalling what happened at that time, what kind of mood he had, it seemed to have come back with him again.
I haven't even taken a decent group photo, and it's hard to find any deep traces in my memories. It's like having a long dream, accompanied by a one-click deletion of contact information, and the dream will also wake up, leaving only a bunch of useless electronic characters.
Perhaps the beginning of the unknown is doomed to end in a hurry, and the story ends abruptly before it is finished, like a letter that has not had time to settle, and it is not as good as those bad ending series.
In my next relationship, I just want to act a little stronger. Do what you want to do immediately, don't delay. To take pictures to commemorate, to get off to a good start, but also to say goodbye.
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