When he was 18 years old, he left her and she lost him. No matter how imperfect the world was, it lasted for three 365 days, and finally another pair of hands appeared, breaking the loneliness that had merged into her blood into pairs. She found another him when she was 21 years old, and he accompanied her to miss him who was always 18 years old. The broken memories are collected into volumes, the fleeting photos are washed out in the darkroom, and the morning light shines through.
If, there is no if. The original him will eventually return. The affection remains unchanged, but it only confirms that unforgettable scam, a one-man show performed to an audience. The second before you appeared, I wished I could spend half my life for you to wake up; now, I just regret that three years of my life were wasted.
You still owe me a breakup.