Dear, it's late at night, have you slept?
You once gave me the most beautiful fantasy and made me think that I was the happiest person in the world.
Falling into fantasy bit by bit...
But I found out that it hurts so much to have a sweet dream shattered.
I said I wanted to write a novel and write down every bit of our lives until we grow old.
You just smile and tell me not to waste my time on unnecessary things because I won't have the patience to finish writing?
I know I'm not a patient person, but at least I tried.
But now I know that there is no novel that can last forever.
Not only will the readers get bored, but the protagonist will get bored as well.
Fantasy is beautiful, but it is also unrealistic.
When the illusion is shattered, you and I will return to our original paths.
I knew you were not my prince and I was not a princess...
Then I will return to ordinary, feel at ease, and be stable...
As long as this happens, sooner or later I will suddenly realize that I no longer miss you.