In fact, this story has been buried in my notebook for three years. I suddenly opened it and read it again. I thought I wanted to publish it for everyone to read, and it was also to end a 17-year relationship. 17 Years is not a short period of time. Although she and I live across from each other, we no longer have the fate to meet each other, and we have no desire to be friends again. I actually feel reluctant to let go. From the time she got married to now, she still hasn't told me the fact that she is married. When I was a child, I made a promise that when she gets married when she grows up, I will be her bridesmaid, but she broke her promise. I still felt sour in my heart, so I wrote her story to remember the past with her and to get to know her better.
At first, I named the story "Love", but later I changed it to "Deteriorated Love, Deteriorated Friendship". The original intention of writing this story was because she and I were separated for a while and I wrote it because I missed her. Now I changed it again because I want to end my relationship with her. I don't want the deteriorated friendship.
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