I Have No Love Left

In the final year I loved him, he called and asked if I had time to go out for a drink. I said yes. One evening, as the last rays of sunlight lingered, I came to the seaside and saw him from afar, sitting on a rock and waving to me.

“I’m sorry.” A year had passed, and I never expected his first words to be an apology. I only smiled and said nothing.

“Tian Tang, did you know I’ve loved you for seven years?” I thought he was a little drunk and didn’t take him seriously.

Tian Tang, by the time you read this letter, I’ll already be gone. I loved you with a quiet, deep devotion, but I never found the courage to express it openly. What you said last night was enough to make me happy. The house and the money in the bank card are yours. I’m sorry, Tian Tang. I have no love left…