——"Can you love me again?"
——"Okay."
When I was nineteen, I met him in a relationship that ended badly.
He said that I was too kind to people, and he smiled and asked me to help him introduce a partner. However, a month after I broke up with my ex, he quietly held my hand.
We are separated by a distance of five years, more than 2,500 kilometers of mountains and seas, and the responsibilities and rules brought by the military uniform he wears.
During the evening study call in the senior year of high school, the eight-minute phone call, and the short video call on Sunday, he gave me all the tenderness he could give me, making me think that we could really survive the long distance, survive the waiting, and survive until we get married.
I have seen the way he loves me and the way he looks at me, so I know better than anyone else that he doesn't love me anymore.
From the first time you yelled at me, the first time you lied to me, the first time you were cold-blooded, the first time you spoke for an outsider when I was wronged, to the last sentence, "It's none of my business if you can't sleep," I knew we couldn't go far.
In fact, I realized before him that we were not suitable for each other. I just kept thinking about his kindness in my heart and thought that he would treat me like he did before. I once humbly tried to persuade him to stay, but he was indifferent.
When I met him in the sea of people, I could only return him to the sea of people. This was the last tenderness I could give him.
So I decided to withdraw, slowly regain my former self, and started to be self-centered. After a long time, I thought I had forgotten that I was healed, but a message from him broke all my pretense and tranquility. I still can't let go of him or everything in the past.
Later I understood a truth, love is never about tiptoeing, nor is it a humble attempt to please, nor is it a unilateral apology and change.
When I no longer circled around him and his eyes were no longer full of eyes, he woke up and turned around, reluctant to let me leave.
In the end, we returned to the way we were before, entered the palace of marriage, and found each other's truest self.
I learned to love, I learned to let go, and I also learned to love myself first.
Purpose: Use a military love story to tell the story of a girl's growth from humble duty to sober self-healing, and teach readers that loving yourself is a lifelong issue.
