I wrote this story not to commemorate, but to summarize a stage of my life. This is a unique life experience in my life. I am very grateful to her, because she made me experience a feeling I had never had before. It turns out that loving someone is like this. It makes me feel humble, want to give, and is often entangled, but it is so beautiful. It turns out that I was only loved before, but never loved.
The relationship between us started in ignorance, let everything end in ignorance. I wrote down our story and looked at our past again. Maybe it was nothing to her, but it was very important to me. But I write this not to continue, but to finish. I don't know if she has ever truly loved me. I only know that I care about her and like her very much. It should be love. I can no longer accompany her. For the rest of my life, let me carry this love with me and live forever alone.
Intention: To commemorate and end. Goodbye, my love!