I tossed and turned all night long, always thinking of the time we were together.
At six o'clock in the morning, I really felt that there was no hope of falling asleep. I slowly got up to wash and cook. It was a new day. I thought that without her, I would not be able to survive my future life. But you see, I am still alive. I bought a house and a car, worked on projects, wrote papers, and took time to travel. Except for occasionally meeting people we know in common, when I talk about you, I feel a throbbing pain in my heart. I sometimes miss you late at night and suffer from insomnia.
My name is Jiran, I am studying for a Ph. D. In urban planning. I have only been in love once. The other person was my French teacher when I was an undergraduate student in another city. We have a very good relationship. Later, she chose to get married due to family pressure, and we broke up peacefully. After that, I studied hard and got into the current school and studied for graduate school and PhD. Since we broke up, we have never seen each other again. I seem to have lost the ability to love, and I am alone now. I think we have both started our own new lives, and will never meet again. Until a chance encounter, until all that happens later, people who love each other will always meet, and the cold feelings will quietly recover.