She once thought that he was her lover, two people who were so similar, two people who were so in tune with each other, but he drifted away from her at the sweetest moment, indifferent to her. When hope turned to despair, he came again, with tenderness, from despair to hope, hope to despair, over and over again, heaven and hell.
It is so easy to love someone, hate someone, miss someone, and miss someone, but why is it so difficult to forget someone.
We all have to go through such a process, reluctant to ask for but reluctant to let go, suffering in memories day and night, indulging in fantasy, missing each other deeply, long and long. Then finally one day, I understood that if I don't love, I don't love anymore, and I grew up in an instant, but the slight pain of this kind of love is still with us, unforgettable.