Close your eyes, who do you miss most?
Open your eyes, who is next to you?
After I broke up with Sam, it took me a long time to recover. Later, whenever I think about those exes who were either ambiguous or died without a cure, I feel very tired. It seems that raising a warm and attentive girl, who occasionally has a little moodiness, will lead a more realistic and stable life than a man. This is a prejudice that is deeply rooted in me.
After experiencing several unbearable breakups, I understood a truth. As a homosexual, there is no guarantee for a relationship. The bond between two people depends entirely on self-consciousness. If they can't bear it, they will break up. And breaking up does not mean disillusionment, because the world is so big that you can still live a prosperous life without each other.
I moved from apartment to apartment, country to country. Falling in love with each girl, the end of each story is full of indifference and pain, the coldest day that people always have to go through.