When we reunited three years later, my ex-boyfriend asked me with red eyes: "Since you can't let go, why don't you give me another chance?"
I looked at him and finally broke away from the pretense of calmness:
"Lin Zechi, it took me more than half a year to put the broken pieces of myself back together piece by piece."
"I don't dare to love you anymore. It's not that I don't want to, but I'm afraid that if I do it again, the me who finally recovered will be completely broken and will never be able to put it together again."
Back then, it was he who initiated the breakup and denied everything we had in the cruelest way.
Now, on a humid rainy night, I got lost and broke into his drugstore, and my eyes met each other, only strangers remained.
He probes clumsily, and I have learned to protect myself with distance.
Until he discovered that I had never closed the weather widget for his city on my phone.
He said he regretted it.
But the price of self-healing is that I don't dare to love anymore.
——"You are the only snow I want to run to in this life, and you are also the cold winter I dare not experience again."
