Someone once told me, I love you, but I didn't believe it.
It wasn't until he said it the second and third time that I believed it, so that I became convinced later.
But in the end, he embraced someone else and loved someone else. I was just a substitute, a substitute in a boring life.
I asked him: Do you regret it?
He said no!
Then I left, going to a place he could never imagine or find, his heart.
This article is heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching, so readers are advised to bring their own tissues.