I know that my brain followed the deepest and deepest needs in my heart and changed all my memories of him, so when I think of him, I feel that it is beautiful and that it is regretful, so gradually I forget what he should be like.
Later, I also told my story to people around me. Some people asked me why we didn't get together in the end? I smiled very easily, as if I had really let go, and told them that it was over and there was nothing to mention. In fact, before going to bed, I looked at the black room and asked why? Why can't we be together?