Love isn't something two people can guarantee will last. Often, after a breakup, the one you love most is still the other person.
It started as your drama, but later I was left alone. It was a black and white film, but still beautiful. We drew a circle together, and in the end, I was the one who hadn't moved on. There's something you asked me, something I've never told you, something I dared not say before, and something I can never say again—I love you, truly, I miss you.We are two straight lines. At a certain point, we met, thinking we had a beautiful future together, but little did we know, after that point, we would forever miss each other…
You and I are like dew and the grass that holds it. In the morning, we could cuddle, but as the sun rises, either you leave me, or I quietly depart.
I truly loved you, abandoning my dignity to adapt to you, only to see contempt in your eyes. Was my tolerance your reason for feeling superior? I am not what you think. I'm willing to stay in this house because of my feelings for you, not because of your self-righteous charity. I tried, but my unwavering will gradually eroded in indifference. I once believed that even the hardest heart could be moved, but the lack of communication only brought despair. I know that when I began to abandon my dignity and principles, I was destined for this utter defeat. I was wrong all along.
If you had never appeared, would I be happier? I think I would…
Happiness lies in remembering you even after time has passed.
I once told a friend, "I won't say irresponsible things," not making promises lightly, but always fulfilling them once made. The word "responsibility" carries so much weight. Autumn is bleak and desolate, even with surging emotions, I remain silent. I only tell you that in the distance, there is the sound of the sea and the whisper of the wind. I
always thought my heart could endure, that I had learned to forget the pain of the past; but you, no matter how time flows, no matter how things change, your lovely smiling face still remains in my heart! I miss you! I really miss you!
I never dared to hope that you were thinking of me too. Perhaps at some point, in some circumstance, you thought of an ordinary man; but today, after parting, I believe your heart already belongs to another! The past is like a blooming dandelion, the wind passes without a trace, leaving only a lingering sense of melancholy. When we are separated by distance, I wonder if you, in your busy life, have cherished your heart? Some things, once missed, are missed forever. People change; you can hold onto an unchanging promise, but you can't hold onto a fickle heart. To have your feelings understood is a blessing; waiting to be understood is loneliness!
Why do we always fail to cherish the people in front of us? In the unpredictable reunion, we assume we will meet again, that fate will bring us together once more, that we will have a chance to say sorry, never considering that every wave goodbye might be a final farewell, every sigh might be the last sigh in this world.
Perhaps love is just because of loneliness, needing someone to love, even without any future.
Wounds are the shame inflicted by others, the illusions we cling to. People like me always appear as a problem in relationships.
I discover that I can only love one person at a time. And I gradually become selfish.
Many people don't need to be seen again, because they were just passing through. Forgetting is the best way we can commemorate each other.
I don't know how many decades a person can give to another.
I used to have an idea: to only have one love in my life, because I felt that the girls a person likes are all the same type. Why not give her all your love? Love is beautiful, but it can also be very hard. We might as well put our hearts into cultivating a unique love and eventually turn it into family affection. But how many people can have such a beautiful thing? I used to not know how to face the sudden disappearance of someone I knew best from my life, not how to break the habits we developed together for love, not whether I could bravely face another person's life after losing one.
The passing years have brought sorrow and storms, and time has settled the vicissitudes of life. The sand between my fingers, without the friction of love, finally flowed down, burying those bewildered moments and slipping away those mottled years. In life, who truly cherished whom, and who missed whom? I heard the hourglass of time whisper the answer in the instant it ran out.
I thought time could heal all wounds, I thought the mental torment could relieve the emptiness in my heart. The emotions that once flickered were like a faint star in the vast night sky, quietly shining and then quietly fading away. I kept running around in my life, forcing myself to work hard every day, warning myself not to think about you anymore. But all of this was sudden. I can exhaust my body, but I can't lock away my thoughts. In the quiet of the night, I always think of you. Perhaps, all stories create beauty unintentionally. I think it must be a poignant beauty.
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