On December 20, 2012, the day before the "doomsday", I fell out of love. The moment the message was sent out, I knew that I was being led into a torrent of life by the decision I had made. With hesitation and disappointment, I stepped in helplessly.
It's just a small, smooth article written by an ordinary 20-year-old girl in the pain of a broken love. There is no fabrication. Except for the name, everything really happened. The location is Changsha, the administrative center of Hunan. A city without spring and autumn, only summer and winter.
Is it too late to have your first love at the age of 20? 20 Years old, what kind of age should it be?
In such a society, falling out of love should be a misfortune that no one in love can escape. No matter how much I use psychological suggestion to comfort myself, the pain cannot be relieved at all. After trying any self-anesthetic method, I decided to intuitively face the pain that although it is temporary, I don't know when it will end. Telling about those memories that I desperately wanted to forget but my heart was rebellious and I kept them like rare treasures. In the past few days, all the clips about him have been playing in my mind like a movie.
There are thousands of people in this world who have experienced or are experiencing the same pain as me. I will not be the first, nor will I be the last. My pain is just a grain of sand among the millions of pains in this world.
I hope that when this article ends, my pain will end.