My girlfriend and I fell in love at first sight when we were 18 and we only stayed together for a month.
As autumn turns to winter, migratory birds fly south, and she also flies to Suzhou and Hangzhou.
I waited, looked forward, watched, and didn't think about it before breaking up.
We met three times in ten years.
Eleven years last but a blink of an eye. We are so close that we can see each other via WeChat, but we are so far away that we can't even see the instant of likes when we like each other.
I thought this woman was as sweet as her nickname, but until now I couldn't taste it.
All the memories related to her are messy, arrogant, and bizarre. The edges were curled and the pages were torn, turning yellow and moldy. Another page had a fresh and fragrant aroma.
If I love you, even if I become a stranger recently, and when I think of love at first sight, the turbulent throbbing still comes, then I have not been buried for these eleven years.
Sorry, I was a bit slow to respond. This matter is eleven years late.
Intention: It was rainy and windy in the past, but tomorrow will be grand and brilliant.