When we miss that person at that time, we always comfort ourselves that there will always be someone better and more like us in the future. But why over the years, from a small county town to London and Manchester City, I have met more and more people and things, but I still think of him. Even sometimes I can't remember his name and his face is blurry, but I still feel a touch of sadness and sadness in my heart?
When I met him, if I hadn't been so cowardly, inferior, and proud, would the outcome have been different? I've asked myself this question many times in my heart, along with a lot of regret and pain. But even back then, would the results have been different? In addition to the fact that he was really too nice and excellent, which made me feel ashamed and self-respectful, I really am not a person who can do two things at once. In the years since we broke up, I have completed university, master's degree, and going abroad step by step on my own. I gritted my teeth and endured countless days of memorizing physiology and pathology books with yawns and doing experiments with tears. My heart has indeed become stronger little by little. What would happen if I met him now?
Intention: Time passes by, recording the present, recalling the greenery