Those bits and pieces about him written on the pages of memos on my mobile phone still hurt me now.
No one knows what was going on in my heart when I decided to delete every bit of him.
Everyone says that you can start over by letting go of the past, but the experience is real, the people around you are real, and your heart is even more real.
It's not that I can't let go of him, nor am I brooding over the past, I just feel a little sorry for my seventeen or eighteen year old self.
The person I once wrote in my diary is like a dream I had in my youth that is unforgettable and difficult to let go. I can't tell whether it is a dream or a nightmare, but it does have a great impact on me now.
But that dilapidated small campus, that KTV, that ancient temple, that ancient cypress, those small pieces of letter paper, that candle, all the bits and pieces hidden deep in my memory are true.
They say it's a secret love, but he obviously knows everything...
It seems to be true to the sentence: "It's not that I don't know, it's not that I don't understand, it's just that I don't like it."
Those bitter and sweet one-man shows, everything became a thing of the past on the day he left. I can't even imagine that on the day we meet again a few years later, we will be able to say hello with a smile: "Long time no see."
Adapted from a true story, the specific opening time is uncertain. Some stories can only be answered with time.
He&Be (you won't be disappointed)
That is her youth, and it is also the youth of each of us...
Purpose: Persistence, Studying Hard, Falling in Love