I have been secretly in love for a year. After I got what I wanted, I thought I would be happy for a long time, but often the prerequisite for happiness is separation. After the separation, I made a one-year appointment with him, and I still couldn't forget it. I couldn't leave him for nine out of ten sentences. I couldn't forget him for two months. He looked back, but the good times didn't last long, and the reconciliation didn't happen. One week, he told me that he couldn't forget his ex-girlfriend, and finally broke up with her again. He held back the tears and threw away the token of love with his own hands. He still couldn't let go of those memories. He still cried when he saw her. He graduated and would never see her again. He broke the appointment after one year. A year of secret love, a year of appointment. Youth lasted only a few years, and I spent four years with him. My principle is not to slander or praise after separation.
Intention: It's a pity that this is the normal state of the world