Dear Jing:
I don't know when you will see the letter I wrote to you. Will you cry after reading it? Jing, thank you very much for the love you have always given me. I have thought about it a lot during this period. In fact, you have made it very clear to me, but I never let go. I held on to you desperately. Just so that you can not abandon me, but it seems that it is no longer possible. I remember someone said that no matter what you do to someone you love deeply, please forgive her. The reason for forgiveness is that you love her. This reason is enough. Every time I beg you with all my heart, hoping that you can give us hope. . . You said that you no longer love me. I hope what you said is true, at least I can leave in stride for this sentence. But I am afraid that it is true, because to me it will make me feel that the love between us is so superficial. When I encountered problems before, with your shoulders to rely on, I would slowly learn to be brave, but facing you, I turned out to be so unbearable and fragile. I want to talk to you every day, even just to hear your voice. I don't know what to say when I pick up the phone, because I can't say too much, and I can say too little. I felt relieved when I heard the voice. Jing, I miss you very much, love you very much, and I don't want to leave you, but now I have to go. My heart aches, it turns out this is what pain is. You said that if you put a knife into your heart, the pain would be suffocating. . . .