Now that I think about it, I can't understand how such an empty promise could sustain me for so many years? Silent love, silent loneliness, silent coming and going, but cautiously believing that everything will get better in the future.
At that time, I didn't understand at all that such good expectations would bring despair. Even now, at this moment, I still stubbornly told myself that it will be fine in the future, and... It will be fine in the future.