Three years later,
I also took the English name he often used to register accounts and searched for his latest information in Baidu GOOGLE.
I can't figure out why.
Love, what is that? I live a good life, but occasionally I think of his profile and back, just occasionally. It's like missing an old friend, but I don't dare to broadcast that number, and I don't dare to pretend to be relaxed and ask him about his recent status. I can only drown in Baidu GOOGLE, searching one by one for the latest news about him.
I despise my vulgarity.
It's not love. Love can be desperate, but I will never be desperate for him again...