In fact, the farthest distance from the person you love is not life and death, but knowing that he exists but not knowing where he is, knowing that he is around but not being able to find him.
Crossing the vast sea of people, looking for that once familiar figure, only to find that his shadow was everywhere and he could not find anyone else. You can clearly feel his heartbeat and breathing, but all around you are cold faces.
Looking hard in the crowd, looking forward to it, being disappointed, fantasizing but despairing until giving up. Every time I dial that familiar number, I get that indifferent mechanical voice again and again. I really want to forget it, but let the memory take root and thrive in my mind and heart, or wrap it with a layer of protective color and turn it into a rough and safe cocoon, waiting for her to be awakened or forgotten again...
Maybe, one day we will get together.
Maybe, we have no chance to meet each other in this life. All that is left is regret, unwillingness and heartbreak.
Perhaps, one day this broken heart will be wrapped in a protective film called a cocoon, making it airtight and keeping the freshness of the broken heart forever.
Perhaps, one day this broken heart will break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.
Perhaps, you will be wrapped in this cocoon for the rest of your life, and you can only shrink inside it for the rest of your life, unwilling to step out or change, until the end of your life...