Writing it on the eve of my twentieth birthday felt like experiencing a catastrophe. It felt like I was letting go of a debt I had owed for a long time, but I was a little reluctant to let it go, because it was a love debt, a love debt owed to me and Yuanyuan. Does such an explanation count as the end?
It took me a long time to write, because during this period I couldn't help but think of those stories that Yuanyuan and I had truly experienced together, and they made me unable to control my tears.
The story is fictional, just borrowing from my and Yuanyuan's emotional experiences.
But love is real.
Choosing to end it on that day can be regarded as a memorial. I know that on that night, she also thought of me.
It's just that I can't find her now, and I don't have the courage to look for her, because I don't know, because I don't know if seeing her again will be another kind of loss.