Over the years, it's not like I haven't tried to like other people, but I always unconsciously compare myself with the original person. After comparing, I always feel that the original person is better. Are you too lucky to have met such a perfect person, or are you too unlucky to miss it and not be able to find such a soul again?
In fact, who doesn't know that everyone is a unique individual, and what is better is a completely ambiguous concept. What we can't let go of is the years when we existed because of that person's existence, and the time when we were happy because of that person's existence. Destiny has already set an irreplaceable position for the original person, and all attempts to compare and waver are doomed to be in vain.
Maybe I will accept another person in the future, maybe the liking at that time is also called liking, it is always different.
Intention: Forget about those unforgivable pasts?