I never thought about how long loving someone would last, or how long you can hold on to it after the novelty and excitement wear off. My mother has told me since I was a child that when I go out, I have to endure everything, and if I really can't survive, I go home. I stubbornly believed that I would not make the wrong choice, but after much hardship, I realized that the way home no longer belonged to me.
Purpose: What really happened in real life, I want to tell everyone that all the arrangements are very meaningful.