Time is like a meteor flying through the sky, always running so fast and disappearing quietly without realizing it. It had been almost half a year since I broke up with Xiaoli (pseudonym), but I was still enveloped in the shadow of broken love. Although I was the one who proposed the breakup, I still felt extremely melancholy after the breakup, especially when I was alone. Maybe this is what most men are like? Only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it, but it comes too late.
I also know that as long as I change my mind, she can come back to me, but I won't do that. I'm afraid that there will be another breakup after reconciliation, which will cause greater harm to each other. It's better to cut the mess quickly and let each other become a beautiful memory.
Hopefully time is the healer for emotional wounds.