Feeling the affectionate gaze of the man in front of me, and listening to the sweet words he kept saying, I smiled and raised the corners of my mouth, took the large bouquet of roses in his hand, put it under my nose and sniffed it, it smelled very good.
He didn't know that my favorite was purple tulips, not red roses, but he didn't ask, and I didn't bother to say. As long as there was such a person, it was enough to understand me, although, in fact, he didn't understand very well.
That person... He once gave me a purple tulip. He once patted my head lovingly and called me "fool". He once used his mobile phone to take a picture of our embrace and freeze that moment into eternity.
I struggled helplessly, but in the end I still fell in love hopelessly;
But the ending? His leaving finally became the hatred in my heart and the sorrow in my eyes.
I want to start another relationship, but why do we meet each other again by strangers?
Is it him? Or him?