I have always felt that everything in a person's life has a target, such as blessings, karma, happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy. When you use up all the targets, the day you die will come.
The day I left him, I decided that I had exhausted all the lowly goals in my life with this person, along with my love, my hope, and my faith.
Later I met you again.
I thought love could be used up.
But I met you.
Fortunately I met you.