I didn't expect those two hours, I wrote it for four days. Write and delete, delete and write. Many versions were written. I always feel like I'm missing something. Sure enough, writing our stories will tear open the scars that are about to heal and let us experience the joys and sorrows again. But also very happy. My mood seems to be back to the day when I first met you. Write a paragraph about how many steps I took in the office. I am anxious to get off work and go to 181. Just like that day. But if you change the hospital, I can't go. You have been avoiding me, and I have said that I will not stop you if you leave again. I must keep this last promise.
Intention: I hope that one day you will read this article and not regret losing me.