I stretched out my fingers to draw an outline in the air. In the outline was the clear face imprinted in the depths of my mind. With the slightest touch of my fingers, it turned into nothing. Countless invisible memory fragments were scattered all over the floor. I tried my best to gather them together with my thoughts, frantically searching every corner for fear of leaving something behind. However, as I pieced the pieces together bit by bit, I found that they could no longer piece together the face imprinted in my mind. I burned all the memory fragments belonging to us in the brain cells to commemorate the lost love between him and me. I shed tears to wash away the tombstone with the past on it, turned around, and started again.
He was lost in my world. I was powerless. He disappeared too fast and I had no time to catch him. But I still refused to give up and chose to wait persistently.
She left in his world, and he was powerless. She left too fast, giving him no chance to catch her, but he still refused to give up and chose self-hypnosis.
There is one person in your heart, and you are in the other person's heart. The person you miss does not appear, and the person who misses you cannot get your heart. When you torture yourself, you also torture the person who loves you deeply, but you don't know whether the person you love really loves you.
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