But I felt nothing when I held him. When he proposed, I kissed him without feeling anything. Like kissing a piece of wood. Although he didn't leave in the end.
I forgot whether we got the certificate. I only remember that we seemed to be married and I put on the ring.
I saw him in the crowd, like a giraffe. People around me said that it would be great if their sons could grow so tall. I saw the eyes of the giraffe looking at me.
Finally, I chased him, but he ran away. I ran for a long time and saw him going to Eight Lanes and Seven Alleys, a place that was rumored to have many twists and turns. I lamented that it was still too troublesome.
I turned around and left, but I didn't know that he turned back when I turned around.
I thought, it's okay if we break up, who would like someone like me? I am just emotional and unreasonable. Also selfish. My head was buried in the quilt. That's just me, hiding in the quilt and crying. I don't want others to see me.
I don't know how long I lay there, but I decided to accept the fact that I had lost Mr. Mo. Wiping my tears, I tried hard and could stand up. But what do I do when I get up? Have no idea.
I walked around the living room twice and just wanted to turn on the TV. I heard the sound of the door lock turning outside. Is Mr. Mo back? Is he going to come back, pack his things, and leave.
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Concept: Love in Depression