Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
After the separation ten years ago, I had to work hard to squeeze the tears out of my eyes. When we met again ten years later, my heart beat strongly, reminding me that the love was not dead yet, and was even more alive.
I loved him for the whole past time, and I still can't reconcile my love to him now. Or maybe, there is no love anymore, and all that is left is unwillingness.