Years of love and hate, in the end, it was just a dream. In the dream, I loved, hurt, hurt, and regretted. The real reason turned out to be so unbearable that it was unbearable.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, took out one, lit it, and took a heavy drag. My painful heart still ached like a spasm.
The beginning of this relationship was a mistake, and the end was even more confusing. I thought my heart was like stagnant water, and it was difficult to make waves. Who knew that just seeing him made my heart come alive again? It was a bad fate, it was really a bad fate.
Conception: