The scenery was just right that autumn
I am twenty-five years old this year, an age that can be described as too old or too young.
People ask me, why don't you find a boyfriend? How tiring it is to be alone all day.
Little do they know that it is tiring to be with someone they don't like.
I have no chance, because my niche has already become someone else's husband.
Live an ordinary but busy day every day. I had had several boyfriends before, but they gradually drifted apart because of each other's work.
I still remember the fall when I met him in high school. I was in my prime at that time and he was graceful at that time.
I still remember that we met again in the fall when we were in college. We had been in love for a long time and confirmed our relationship.
I still remember that in the fall after graduating from college, we ate the forbidden fruit.
At first I thought we could go on like this just fine.
Unfortunately, in the autumn of the second year, we broke up because of the oppression of life.
And this fall, I am going to waste the annual leave I saved on a class reunion trip in an attempt to meet him.
Confession again?
Impossible. They already have their own home, so why should I bother them?
I just want to get back that heartbeat when we first met.
I just hope that when we meet again we can say: We were fine back then, right?
If we can't be together, it's not suitable. Just love.
Maybe he still doesn't like me enough.
But it's enough that I like him.
The saddest thing is not being rejected, but being deprived of the right to like.