First person, plain short essay. Running account style.
When we first met, he said his name was Wei Ran.
"See you later."
I knew when he proposed that he was unruly by nature and how could he endure the shackles of marriage.
But I don't want to miss it and let it go.
I agreed.
We passed the period of passionate love, and gradually returned to normalcy in life.
Facts also proved to me that my original idea was right.
We argue.
He said:
"Let's get together and part ways. This is the best ending I can think of."
I agreed.
The day of our divorce was the last time we saw each other.
We cried and laughed.
——"We will meet again in the future."
I miss him so much.
Thinking of the boy in my memory.
Intention: Only when people are bruised and bruised can they repent.