I remember she was the first to talk to me.
I stared at her for a long time, maybe because of the same hobbies. She and I always had something to talk about, and we gradually became good friends. As for when the relationship changed, I have forgotten why.
I fell in love with her in early autumn when I was 22 years old.
I was afraid that all intimate actions would end our relationship, so I was cautious and afraid, pretending not to care, and listened to her talk about the future. I was very afraid that she would leave me, but I couldn't do anything to hurt her.
Under the control of these two emotions, I only felt endless loss.
"I hope that in the future, I can go to the place I like and never come back."
She talked to me about her vision for the future, something I couldn't do.
And you? What about your future?
I joked and prevaricated as always. It turns out that everyone's future is very different.
After living together, she would sometimes get off work very late and often fall asleep while lying on the sofa. I would gently kiss the corner of her mouth.
I thought she wouldn't find out.
She is a very nice person.
I was the one who crossed the line.
I told her that she was the best gift God gave me. I crushed my love into my eyes bit by bit, and I was nostalgic for the moment when I looked at her. That was all my selfishness.
It was an afternoon flight. She said goodbye to me with a smile. I used all the courage in my life to stand on tiptoes and kissed her openly.
Sorry.
I understand that dreams are very important to you. I love you, so I shouldn't be the one who traps you. Fortunately, you don't love me.
I guessed that her expression would be one of surprise and confusion, but I never thought it would be sadness.
Every time you kiss me, I know it.
But you never pushed me away even once?
I never expected her to love me, but that was the truth.
I embraced her as a lover.
Do you think someone like you could fall in love with someone else?
We didn't cry, we just looked into each other's eyes without speaking, trying to find traces of lies.
No, no one.
The girl I met in early autumn when I was 18 broke up with me at the end of summer when I was 25.
Concept: Baihewen