He doesn't really like you that much

When I was young, I loved someone and always wanted the whole world to know. That innocence, that ignorance, but the courage to be ignorant and fearless.

Later, those feelings that you thought you were touched were never just touching yourself. You think he likes you a lot, you think he gave up everything for you, you think he did a lot of things that touched you... All self-righteousness is punishment for your wishful thinking. He actually didn't like you that much, he just felt that he had found a more special girl, and then had a period of ambiguity with you, and later, the freshness passed, and it was all over.

Later, you draw the ground as a prison, and the mediocre disturb themselves. Later, you were stubborn and couldn't afford to put it down. Later, you understand that you are not even as good as a joke, after other people's tea and dinner, it has become a topic of ridicule, and in the laughter of others, you are not worth mentioning. He actually didn't like you that much, it was just your self-righteousness, that he felt that he was different in his eyes, and your wishful thinking made you lose later.

Later, you each of you were well and forgot about each other. Later, you each started a family and got busy with each other. Later, the girl didn't seem to be so upset, he really didn't like you that much, not that no one but you could.

Later, this unforgettable day was called youth. It's also called pain through the heart.