Time is like light, and everything is sad.
A long, long time later, until I left him, left that place, left those right and wrong. When I stepped back and looked at him from an outsider's perspective, I realized that he couldn't help himself. From beginning to end, no matter what decision he made. Right or wrong, someone will be hurt, and someone will stand up and say something wrong. As time goes by, these accusations from others and my own guilt accumulate in my heart. I think he must be feeling uncomfortable. I forgave him, but I couldn't see him again. So, I can only think.