2013-11-08 21:26
The orange desk lamp warmed my field of vision, and the song on the computer was playing. I picked up my phone and opened it, and turned to your chat history. The beer warmed with hot water on the left hand side was very comfortable to drink. Looking through the chat history between you and me little by little, those warm and beautiful things in the past have been disconnected. Another sip of warm beer fills my mouth with the aroma of wheat.
The voice conversation appeared in front of me for 3 seconds.
I turned up the volume on my phone, clicked on the voice message, took a sip of warm wine, and heard your soft voice coming from my loudspeaker.
The tears fell instantly. I only knew that I had ruined everything and we could not go back to the past.
The voice message time is 12:51 on October 2.
On the phone, you said "good night" to me as gently as ever.
I will never have a friend who is as considerate to me as you. What I ruined was not your life, but my happiness.
Sorry.