There is no shortage of lovers in the world who have broken mirrors and reunited, but more are fragments, broken everywhere, and those fragments hide in the corners covered with ashes and can no longer stick. To love and to separate without love is undoubtedly crisp and clean, and it will not be entangled and unable to let go. Sometimes liking is really liking, and not being able to be together is really not being able to be together. Spend more than ten years to meet and accompany growth, and the remaining years are used to let go and forget.
Is spring cold? In fact, it is not cold at all, people who have walked through the winter have a cold in the spring, but after experiencing warmth, they are cold for a few minutes. People who have been living in darkness do not want to grasp the light. Once you have touched the warmth of the light, you will never forget it. And most of the thoughts do not have an echo. What I have always feared most is the word that I once had, which was once the saddest, and it has vicissitudes, deep, but it cannot be concealed.
You have appeared countless times in the pen, and all the stories have ended countless times. And the reality is often that after countless endings, there are constantly involved. This time it seems like a real end is coming to an end.
When the Spring Festival was about to end, I broke up with my boyfriend. The most essential reason is because I don't like it. But things always have a fuse. The most direct reason I'm hiding from everyone is because I've seen c once a few years ago. Some people are always like this, obviously they don't have to do anything, but they will be an out-of-the-box in the stable years. Not long ago, C ming was also my stable years, and soon it will be how long, 3 years.
Sending him messages intermittently doesn't matter. That day suddenly said that the children in the temple did not know the meaning of kneeling. The wishes made are often fulfilled, and those prayers that are made are often disappointed, such as the college entrance examination, the graduate school entrance examination, and the c. Probably too religious, too heavy. No one dared to respond. He didn't reply for a long time, and I knew that I didn't know how to reply. Then he came back, probably separated for too long, and I couldn't capture the true meaning of his words in an instant. He said goodbye to him as he understood it and said goodbye. He sent out a very long text, probably asking me not to rush to say goodbye, and wait for him to sort out everything to deal with this matter.
However, timing and fate always joke about breaking the good that should be embraced. That night cold and fever, in the middle of the night to turn over and over to sleep, confused to send him a message, and then dropped the phone to continue to be confused, mobile phone text message sound remembered when I instantly woke up what I did, he said you don't think about it, don't be so anxious to deal with him, and later said to meet. However, sometimes not all meetings can handle the problem well, and we are the ones that are getting worse and worse. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if it would be better if I really saw each other again in the spring when the flowers were blooming. I seem to have been making everything that bad lately.
Sometimes I can't help but sigh and urge, to do the math, to predict the future of good and bad all at once to accept, better than to slowly experience everything. The emphasis is on experience, experiencing this kind of rhetoric, and I can no longer convince and impress me. I'd rather be as clean as white paper than a story of pain piled up and the traces of time in my gentle eyebrows.
You said meet in the afternoon. I started to get excited, nervous and excited from the second half of the night. It's a long-lost emotion. c take it away and send it back. After seeing him, I gave him the bracelet engraved with his name, and I said before that if we lost each other, I would take the bracelet and retrieve it, and the one with my name was given to me a few years ago. I didn't get a ticket to go to the ball. Aimlessly but purposefully walked to Quancheng Square, which was the first place we played in Jinan, standing on the overpass watching the traffic on the street, the compartment was silent, there was an illusion, standing next to him so unreal.
Later, after stopping and stopping through Furong Street, he was as always accommodating to my tastes, but I disappeared from my heart. This feeling is clearly subtle but pulling madness in the heart. He wanted to lead me to an alley full of ancient style, but he didn't find it for half a day, what does it feel like, like a host accommodating a guest from afar, trying to meet the taste of the guest. Intuition looks like this. Friends say that intuition is a kind of existence that grows in the body and is more sensitive than any organ.
It was very windy on the day of the meeting, and he was walking down the street, and then he said to find a place to live first, it was too cold. When I got to the place where he lived, I asked him if I had found him back today, in a tone rarely cautious, and he didn't know that my heart was shaking when I asked this sentence. He hesitated and said he didn't know how to say it, I was momentarily silent, my heart was sullen, I said I went to drink medicine (I have been cold) when I went to take medicine when he got out of bed and took me in his arms. Asked, can I kiss you? Suddenly thinking of climbing Mount Tarzan after the college entrance examination, he also asked the same question while waiting for the sunrise, when his eyes were full of nervousness but as always shining like stars.
We made a wish together on the mountain that year, and I don't know if he had me in his wish, but my wish didn't come true. The first time I went to his school after college to find him, it was the first time I stayed in a hotel, and we both slept next to the bed, and there was a big and big space between the two of us, but our hearts were tightly intertwined. He said I'll wait for you to grow up, you grow up fast. Now I'm finally growing up. But it was so long and so long. There was no longer a distance between the two men, and I obviously hugged him but felt that he was so far away from me.
I asked him again if I had brought him back. He said he was afraid to hurt me again. I choked up and asked him what it hurt, was it a day when he stopped liking me and left. He said that my impression was still the same person as before, he had changed a lot over the years, and I took him too seriously. I asked again if my liking had caused you a strain and pressure. He said no, it was to think about everything, to make a decision, and he had to take the corresponding responsibility. I said let's talk, but I didn't want me to die and cut off all my back roads.
Later he talked about his girlfriend, who had just been separated, about her personality, about how his mother liked her. Listening to this, I suddenly felt that I had failed. Later, he came and hugged me, talking intermittently but crying, saying what I didn't have an impression on me now, obviously what just happened. I hugged him and wanted to comfort him, but I couldn't say a word, at this time my brain was short-circuited, I didn't think he would leave, he reported me very tightly, saying that the original meeting today would make me happy to return to him, but I didn't expect that I wasn't happy. I was only beginning to realize something, and then I was flustered and overwhelmed. I know he's struggling to make decisions. From the moment I talked about his girlfriend he had just broken up with, I realized something.
Actually, I was very happy that day, and now I think I was happy alone, right? It doesn't matter who is unhappy. I hugged him and wanted to say, since you have to make a decision alone, then you don't have to struggle, I come, I leave, I give up on you, you go back to peace. But the words were like thorns stuck in the throat, roaring in the heart countless times, but they could not speak.
Later he asked me, can you be alone in the hotel. Is he going to leave me alone? My heart was full of mountains and seas, but the surface was light and breezy. I have expressed this look countless times. I smiled and said, you go, I'm fine. He was really gone. Left me alone. It was my worst day. I was sitting on the bed, and the TV was showing bears. I was dumbfounded, as if he had never existed, as if I had had a dream. Then he packed up his own things and left.
It was very windy that night, I didn't know where I was, I couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and when the drip driver came to pick me up, I couldn't even describe the iconic building to him. That night instantly felt like I had grown to ten years old. It feels like everything is out of color. Despair can't be cried. I can never blame him, as soon as he beckons, I will come back to that kind of thing. Never count the past.
The next day the memory was like it was out of balance, and the choice of self-preservation forgot something, as if yesterday afternoon was a dream, like the cold spring, incompatible with the world around it. It was as if the one who had woken up countless times with stomach pain last night was not himself. What just happened, the next day I remembered the history of the calendar, but it seemed like a century apart. I can no longer seem to remember his appearance and words.
Couldn't sleep that night. I woke up countless times, and the longest interval between sleeping was between 2 and 3 o'clock. Sleeping for five minutes was dragged on by dreams. I thought that day I could announce to the world that I had got him back, but I didn't want to lose it completely. When I got back that day, I saw the bracelet engraved with his name lying quietly in my bag. He didn't take it.
The friend said, you are a girl with an idea, how did you fall so thoroughly here, the friend said, this is bullying my girl can not get married, the friend said that either you go to find him again, in the spring blossoms to give him another chance, but, I know, I dare not again.
It has been precipitating. I remember when I was a child, I said I liked you, and when I grew up, I went back countless times. It turns out that some people really miss it after a lifetime. There are some mistakes that can never be remedied.
For three years, I didn't really leave. Perhaps, it's time.