The day she deleted all his contact information, she wrote a memo visible only to herself: "In the third year, I decided I didn't like you anymore." What he didn't know was that in the recycling bin of her old computer, there was a letter of invitation that had never been sent. The recipient was him, and the draft date was two years ago.
Intention: "Unknowing betrayal" and "hindsight and hindsight collapse". Maybe it's not that I don't love, but that I'm always a step too slow, and I always understand those silent codes after losing.
