I never believe that there are gods and Buddhas in this world. That day, I accompanied my family to the temple. I was leaning by the gate waiting for them. When I looked up, I saw him standing under the tree. That beam of sunshine seemed to be carefully arranged for him by God, which made my heart tremble hard. He seemed to notice my gaze, glanced at me, and then continued to play with his mobile phone with his head down. After returning, I kept thinking that he was so cold. Just when I thought my fate with him was over, I met him again at school the next day, my new deskmate. With this fate, he and I gradually became familiar with each other, and our relationship became more and more intimate. Until one day, I discovered that I actually liked him! But because of my gender, I never dared to confess to him. I thought that this love would always be buried deep in my heart. Unexpectedly, he actually liked me too, so we got together without telling my family. We agreed that we would always be together, but after all, the relationship between me and him was discovered by my family. My parents were firmly opposed to me being with him. I ran to his house if I didn't agree. Later, my father called me and said that my mother was in the hospital and asked me to go. But after I went, my mother insisted that I break up with him and even threatened me with his life. In the end, we broke up. After graduation, my mother forced me to marry my childhood sweetheart. I resisted to death, but she threatened me with her life. Later, when I met my childhood sweetheart, he found out that he jumped from the top floor and landed in front of me when I was getting married. I held his body for a long time and couldn't let go. Later, the young man who never believed in gods and Buddhas was now kneeling in front of the Buddha, just begging to see him again. The unspoken "I'm sorry" has become a lifelong regret for me...
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