In the world of feelings, forgiveness is sometimes not true forgiveness, but a kind of reluctance to remember the good past, and an attempt to give each other one last chance. I chose to pretend to forgive you, not because I was weak, but because I still had love in my heart and a glimmer of hope. Our company continued, but my heart was already quietly preparing to say goodbye.
This journey, ostensibly about the rebuilding of trust, was actually a gradual withdrawal of my heart. What I give is not only a test for you, but also a chance for self-redemption. I realized that unwillingness is often due to the fact that there is no end in sight, so this time, I chose to let myself see the end.
I became a bystander, watching your every action, every hurt, every safety. Every one of you doesn't care is quietly destroying the feelings in my heart for you, until a certain moment, I suddenly find that when you stand in front of me, I no longer have love, and my heart is no longer rippling. What was once love is now only disgust and disgust. This kind of transformation is not impulsive, but the accumulation of countless disappointments.
Eventually, I gave up on my expectations of you, and even the most basic feelings of disgust began to dissipate. At this time, you no longer mean anything to me, and our story is over. This is not the season of breakups, but the liberation of the mind. I'm no longer the one who struggles with unwillingness, I'm a new, free, forward-looking version of myself.
Along the way, I have learned the most profound lesson: when love becomes heavy, the most elegant departure may not be a fierce confrontation, but an indifference and a calm turn in the heart. I left myself a clear starting point, and I also left you with a puzzled back. Our story ended with my total relief.