You Are the Fireworks That I Can't Quit

In the long river of memories, there is a special boy who not only has superb cooking skills, but also has a smile as warm as the sun. In those unforgettable days, every morning on his days off, he would get up early to prepare ingredients and carefully cook all kinds of delicacies for me. The mouth-watering boneless chicken feet are sour and spicy; the spicy octopus is fresh and spicy, stimulating the taste buds. The Bobo chicken he makes is colorful, and the ingredients are soaked in the fragrant soup. The sushi is exquisite, and every bite is like a journey of taste buds. The Wellington steak is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, showing his hard work. I still remember that summer, he made sweet poplar nectar and fragrant coffee for me. The taste still lingers in my heart. We tasted crayfish together, and the delicious taste is unforgettable. The red Jeep is our common yearning. We have fantasized about driving it to distant places and seeing the beautiful scenery in the world countless times. We also went to have a picnic upstairs in the shopping mall. He laid out the food he had prepared one by one. While we were enjoying the food, we shot a Douyin video introduction. The happy scene seemed to be still in front of us. During the epidemic, I would also cook meals for him and send them to him. Although we didn't know each other for a long time, our relationship was unforgettable. It's a pity that in the end we lost in communication, and we were destined but not meant to be together. In the month after the breakup, the girl once anonymously sent a text message to the boy, asking him to wait in the cafe where he used to go. If possible, he would meet, and if he didn't see him, just pretend he didn't see him. As a result, the boy went to the cafe with a large bouquet of flowers and waited until after get off work. He sent many messages to the girl, but the girl didn't see it. It was all caused by the mobile phone. Everything was doomed. I once painted an oil painting for him, and every stroke I poured my deep love and attachment for him. My birthday was approaching, and I fantasized about singing on stage on my birthday, and he wanted to cheer me on wearing an Ultraman mask, and at the end he was going to propose to me. What a romantic and beautiful scene that should have been. However, the trajectory of fate is always elusive. Gradually, a rift appeared between us, just like Chen Li's "Inflammable and Explosive", and the relationship became tense and fragile. In the end, we ended up breaking up before my birthday. Just like what Eason Chan sang in "Under Mount Fuji", "There will always be dreams, there will always be you in my heart", but we still lost each other after all. Now, whenever I hear those familiar songs, memories come flooding back. The unfulfilled dream of a red Jeep, the fruit basket full of peaches, the bebe parrot blind box we smoked together, and the unfulfilled birthday surprise all became indelible pain in my heart. I once thought that love would be like what Yu Kewei sang in "Time Cooks the Rain", "We promised not to separate, but to be together forever", but in the end we lost to reality. The wind picked up, and my thoughts drifted away, as if I had fallen into that sea of ​​love again. However, now I can only taste the lost love alone in this whirlpool of memories. Perhaps, this is life, there is the beauty of meeting, but also the helplessness of parting. But that period of love will always be treasured in my heart and become the most precious memory in my life. Purpose: Daily memoirs of love before breakup. This article is for be aesthetics. Please do not enter if you mind.