Whose Time Is Involved, Him or Her?

The phone is always placed next to the pillow, and our photos are still on the screen. It's another boring Sunday. You don't understand the pain of missing me. I've sent text messages dozens of times, but no one answers your number. The sweet and warm scenes of the past, thinking of those torn promises, the betrayal began to unfold slowly, and I was powerless to change the fragments of our past. Is it really clear that I have no nostalgia? I can't quit missing you, just like I can't quit smoking. At every intersection and in every starry sky, you can always find memories of our time together. When can we meet again, my friend, please don't be confused anymore, that will only make you and I become farther and farther apart. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.