All the time we thought the unforgettable things melted in an instant, the memory had a stalk, and one day I saw the back of your walking back stained in time, and those old things about youth were returned to the years together.
When brushing the space, I saw my ex in the sunbathing of the newborn child, the joy in exhaustion overflowed into words, it was the early spring of the night, there was a breath of life paving the surface, and the text message I sent was only two words ''Congratulations'',' sincere but without losing identity. Years later, we can bless each other like this and think about it.
For six years, time has polished everyone into different forms, and the corners of our mouths can no longer smile at the original curve, just like memories desperately clear and easily blurred. On the day of junior high school graduation, the whole campus hovered at the tipping point of joy and sadness, and we lay in front of the narrow corridor of the classroom with a slightly shy greeting, and then separated, and have never seen each other.
Occasionally I opened the previous diary book and read those pages about him, from love, nostalgia to strange roads and now wishes, six years, life has never been hurriedly left behind, and we have never been perfunctory. Listening to the echo of the tick of time, thoughts ignited at a certain moment like cannonballs, and the bang spread out.
Those who used to be separated by years, now that they think about it, they always feel powerless, and at that time, they liked a person only because of his gentle eyebrows and shallow tone when speaking, as if time could not be dragged away at this moment, not thinking about the future, not caring about how the world changed, being unguarded when they were together, and being caught off guard when they were separated.
After many years, I can't remember his face in detail, when I received the notice, I was infused in the infirmary across the two streets of the school and a corner, the fever for several consecutive days, the throat seemed to be dried, that day, I did not go to school, that day, we did not meet, always thought that coming to Japan for a long time, but did not know the time cruel, xu youth, knife and knife killed. Unexpectedly, when my mother returned with the red notice, she smiled and closed her mouth.
Trance remembers the day he went south, the town began to rain, I stood by the lake on the east side of South Street for a long time, did not cry, there was an inexplicable heartache along the raindrops soaked all over the body, later, we still contacted, a year later, he proposed to break up, driven by my arrogant and indomitable self-esteem, agreed to be crisp and clean, since then, deleted all the numbers that can be contacted, it is better to see each other than to miss, when I was young, I was full of resolute sentimental feelings. The days after separation are naturally like most people, sadness, longing, resentment, all kinds of emotions in the brain into a ball, jumping and tumbling in the heart. A long time later, he still found my contact information, because of guilt or reluctance to know, I am no longer so stubborn, maybe this is life, some things become soft after years, the slightest touch turns into a pool of muddy water, he is like a stranger lying in the list, we look at each other's state, leaving only the traces of browsing.
In 15 years, he was married, a girl in the town, and heard from friends that she looked average, but very virtuous. I was out of town, using the wireless in the company to constantly brush their wedding photos, the photo showed that he was much more mature, and his eyebrows were not without that childishness. The boy who had never held my hand was about to take another girl's hand in the presence of his friends and family and spend the rest of his life with her. I had imagined countless images of this at his wedding scene, and the plot of various novels was vividly portrayed by my director, but the truth is that I was alone in the company commuting to work, eating, sleeping, and no different from usual. What is forgetting without the need to struggle? Perhaps, when I heard the news that you were getting married, only three words floated in my mind: 'Well, blessing''.
I often wonder why we all have the ability to love different people, and after making a promise to one person, we turn to another person, and those memories that have penetrated deep into the bone marrow will suddenly jump out at some point for interrogation. I simply thought that I loved only one person in my life, even if I couldn't stay with him, I would have to die alone with the memory of him, until there was another him in my life, and I found that I had not lost the ability and courage to love. Perhaps, this is the magic of time, people always have to move forward, can not stay for a moment.
Forgive the time, remember those past loves, when we are white-haired, we can still smile and show the only two front teeth left. And you always have your own bright moon decorating the windows.