We once regarded each other as the answer for the rest of our lives. Our heartbeat was true, our tenderness was true, and our commitment was true.
We walked through the long streets late at night together, and survived the moments when no one understood us, thinking that if we loved each other enough, we could overcome all difficulties.
But later I realized that some feelings, from passion to silence, from intimacy to alienation, are not about not loving, but about being powerless.
There is no bloodshed, no betrayal, it's just that the timing is wrong, the direction is different, and the steps can no longer be in the same frequency.
We loved each other seriously, but we also separated seriously.
It is true that we have loved each other, and it is also true that we have not come to the end.
From then on, separated by a sea of people, they did not disturb each other. They were both happy and regretful.
The time that once illuminated each other can only become a past that I dare not mention again.
Purpose: To combat the collision between true love and real opportunities and life choices, and to show the coexistence of regret and relief in a relationship that ends without a problem.