First love always comes when you are not ready. No one shouts "ready" or "cut". Time is like a director who became a monk halfway. He chose the best time for her and me, and set up a heartwarming encounter, but did not write the lines of holding hands with each other. We were clumsy, cautiously approaching each other, but we always passed each other the moment before we touched each other.
Failed desire is always accompanied by pain, and habits can sometimes convince us better than persistence. Pain becomes a habit, and love becomes forbearance and cowardice. I say in my heart, "It's good to see you happy, I'm fine without you by my side." Force yourself to create new memories, put others and other things in your place, and tell yourself that new happiness has begun.
However, once memory falls asleep, love wakes up. See you again, after so many years, I just wish you could live in peace.