The two of us are college classmates, I am the president of the student council, she is the vice president of the student council, and she has always been a fairy in the eyes of others. I also used to think that I would always be good with her, but unfortunately, in the end, love was defeated by bread.
In my senior year, everyone was busy looking for jobs, running day and night for dreams and futures, and she and I were no exception. Since neither she nor I are locals, one of the big questions in front of us is: Do we go to the big city after graduation, or do we go home to work? After a long period of deliberation and in order to seek better development, I chose to go to Shenzhen, and she listened to her family's arrangement to go home to work.
The day before parting, we talked all night. I said, "Give me five years, and in five years I'll go back to you." She cried and promised me. The next day, I came to Shenzhen alone with my luggage and began to drift.
In fact, as early as when I was in school, I had already heard my brothers and sisters say: The road of wandering is very hard. At that time, I didn't think so, until now that I personally experienced it, I knew that the road of wandering could not be summarized by the word "hard", it was simply painful.
In order to save money, I chose to rent a suburb more than 30 kilometers away from the city, and the daily commute time added up to almost 4 hours. Every day, I get up at 6 o'clock and get home at 10 o'clock. However, I think most of life in big cities is like this, so I accept it.
On holidays, she would come to me by high-speed train, and then I would take her around to eat and eat, and they were very happy with each other. But after about two years or so, there was less and less talk between me and her. My work became busier and busier, causing her to send me WeChat, and I often forgot to reply. Several times, she came to see me on holidays, and I went back to work overtime because of temporary problems at the company. Because of this, we had many fights, and she persuaded me to go home and live with her, but I refused.
Finally, on the night of overtime one day, she sent two words to me on WeChat - break up, and I became nervous. I hid in the back stairs to call her, she did not answer, but WeChat sent me a lot of text, the content is probably said: she met a boy at home, the other party is very good to her, can accompany her when she is tired and sick...
Looking at it, I couldn't help but cry, I never thought that our love would lose to reality. Didn't you just say that you would give each other five years? How to say give up and give up? However, since I can't be with her, maybe separation is the best choice for us. She no longer feels lonely because no one is around, and I no longer have to feel guilty about not having time to spend with her, and I can continue to drift without worries.
Do drifters not deserve love? I asked myself many times. Today, I have been wandering outside for almost 10 years, but since I separated from her, I have not been patting myself on the back, and every day I am either at work or on my way to work. Moreover, I never thought about stopping drifting, because there was no one to worry about in my heart.
Life goes on and on, one person to survive, the days are accustomed, and they also bear it alone with one heart.
This story is taken from the Big Brothers Club community.