I am really afraid that this occasional contact will destroy her and my friendship bit by bit, from being strong and solid to a shaky and broken bridge.
From then on, the bridge was interrupted and the two looked at each other without any intersection.
I have been thinking that she is the blessing I have cultivated in several lifetimes, which allowed me to meet her, understand her, and get to know her when I was in the most painful time.
Why is she so nice to me?
——I think, because we are friends with each other.
Someone once asked, why are we friends?
She said she was who I used to be.
I said she was who I used to be.
In the past, she had low self-esteem and was sensitive.
Before, I was happy and carefree.
Perhaps, it is because of this that she and I became good friends.
Intention: Be happy and happy