It didn't rain heavily on the day he left.
A note was left on the table: "We are not suitable."
There is no sorry, no goodbye, even so stingy that there is not even a word "you".
I spent thirteen years of my youth living as a passerby in his life.
It wasn't until he left that I understood——
It turns out that I'm not even a tenant, just a passerby.
The way he forced me to let go was really hard.
From today on, I want to give myself back to myself.
The process will be slow, but I will do it.
Very well written and very touching