You once said that love is dependence, and I will always be your dependence.
I once thought that I would always be with you, holding hands and living a plain and happy life.
But plainness is not the happiness you want after all
After we separated, you told me that those things were not what you wanted. We should live well with each other and I would find my own happiness.
Over the past five years, this experience has been engraved in my heart and cannot be erased.
No contact does not mean forgetting, no words does not mean not caring
What you don't know is: without you, how can there be happiness?