After breaking up with you, I still often think of you, my first love.
How did I fall in love with you? How long have I been unrequitedly in love with you? I gave up at one point.
Later, when we got together, I thought it was called a true fruit, full of flowers and fruit, but I found that it only bloomed but did not bear fruit.
I left you, but life still has to go on. It would be a lie to say that I am not sad, but time is the best medicine. I will eventually let you go.
I meet someone else, I start a new relationship.
I don't say anything about the right outcome or not, but I ask you to please me and not leave any regrets. Love, what's the secret?
I wrote our story to examine our relationship from the perspective of a third party. The pain will not be so painful, the suffering will not be so painful, and you will not make me miss you so much.
I don't want to convey any values, I just want to talk about my emotional experience. The story is not entirely true, but the feelings are real. Maybe you are like me, maybe you are different from me.
The words are beautiful. In the end, I just want to thank you for the beauty you left me. As for you walking away, it was fate but not fate. Let go when you should.
Intention: My love is like this