In this world, there are always some relationships that leave us torn. Sometimes we wrong someone; sometimes someone wrongs us. Some find their happy ending, while others become tangled in ill-fated love. I can only sigh over it.
When we slowly drift apart, we say, "If only life were as it was at first meeting, why should the autumn wind grieve the painted fan?"
When love runs deep but fate falls short, we say, "We used to bet over books and spill tea, its fragrance rising. Back then, we thought it was nothing unusual."
Yet life brings far too many partings and far too many hurts. All we can do is watch, and sigh.
Encourage yourself
Um,,, Go on, I want to read the story
You have a very good history...
Give yourself a score. Encourage yourself