It's August Again

Our fate began when we were young in kindergarten. We were together for a short time and then separated in a hurry. This separation lasted eight full years. We missed our entire elementary school years and grew up alone in our respective years without any intersection. Things in the world are unpredictable, and regrets accompany us every year. In August of the second day of the lunar month, fate reunited us after a long separation. My grandfather passed away suddenly, and more than a hundred days later, his grandfather also passed away quietly. Two partings a hundred days apart, two identical regrets, wiped out the eight-year gap between us, allowing the two people who had been separated for many years to meet again. After the reunion, the years passed quietly and long. On July 13, we started a casual rescue, pretending to be together, just to resist the disturbance and entanglement of others. I originally thought it was just a short-lived show, with no chance of being tempted and no way back. But he was born gentle and sincere, restrained and delicate, and gave me all his gentleness, patience and unique preference. Little by little, I healed the loneliness and sensitivity that had accumulated in my heart for many years, and the gentleness permeated the trivial days and nights. Pretended companionship quietly takes root, and the heartbeat that cannot be hidden spreads wantonly. In just one month, all pretense has faded away, leaving only sincerity. On August 13th, we officially fell in love. In the past, August was a time of separation, separation, and endless regret; now, August is a time of reunion, redemption, and a two-way journey. Over the past eight years, we have been separated by a sea of ​​​​people, and we have experienced the separation of loved ones and the ups and downs of the years. Going round and round, reincarnation comes year by year. It turns out that all losses are foreshadowing, and all waiting has its destination. In August, I also meet the gentlest love in my life. Purpose: The pressure from my family of origin and the trauma left by my childhood have created my extreme, aggressive personality for half my life. They were once opposite each other, and he was so dazzling and outstanding that he once became the most contradictory and annoying existence in my heart. After a twist of fate, we met again, and it was only after we let go of our prejudices that we could see his gentleness and kindness. Slowly let go of the estrangement, and willingly resist the turbulent peach blossoms around him. In a month of getting along and getting along, they were sincerely moved by each other, and the past conflicts were resolved. Overcoming prejudice, opposition and worldly ties, from mutual rejection to secretly running towards each other, and finally falling in love quietly. Some fates begin with awkwardness and reluctance, but end up being cherished tenderly. It is also a form of self-salvation and a rare destination in the long years.