The first time I saw her, she was holding someone else's hand. I took a quick look and left.
The second time I saw her, she leaned on my shoulder to pick up vegetables. I dropped my chopsticks and my heart fell into it.
I knew at that moment - it was over. Later we kissed on the stairs and did more things on the rooftop. I thought this was the beginning. But she said: "We are not getting married. You have to find a man to get married to."
I agreed. Because I can't bear it.
Three years. She said "nothing can be done" for three years, but she still dared not choose me. When she said, "We don't have that kind of relationship anymore," I didn't know she had been with someone else for more than a month.
On September 29, they moved in together. On October 1st, I almost couldn't hold on anymore. But I survived.
Not to wait for her to look back, but to wait for myself to grow new wings.
Her WeChat ID has not changed. Mine hasn't changed either.
It's just that I'm not waiting for her anymore. I started walking forward.
