It took me 13 cycles to get him to remember me.
He used it 7 times and forgot everything.
The first time, he forgot what I said.
The second time, he forgot our agreement.
The 3rd time, he forgot where we had been.
The fourth time, he forgot my face and his heart stopped beating when he saw me.
The fifth time, he forgot my name and couldn't pronounce it.
The 6th time, he forgot who I was, but his body would still protect me.
The 7th time, he forgot about me and no longer loved me. It only unconsciously draws my silhouette.
And I finally forgot about him.
Many years later, he took a photo of the back under a ginkgo tree, which became a famous painting.
I saw that photo in a gallery and it looked familiar.
We passed each other, he touched his chest, and I held my chest.
No one looked back.
It turns out that the most painful thing is that we are both alive but no longer in love.
