He said he had a lover he couldn't let go of, a sister who was four years older than him.
He said I looked very safe, like a caring big sister.
He said she was very beautiful, and he told me that you really look good with makeup on.
He said that I do love her very much. He told me that love is too heavy but I do have a crush on you.
He said I'm sorry for her, he said let's break up, I really have no feelings for you anymore.
He said that I always couldn't help but send her a lot of messages after breaking up with her. Today is the twenty-eighth day after we broke up. The funny thing is that I can't let him go and he has never sent me a message again.
It turns out that I was lying to myself all those times when I was not loved. It turns out that he is not good at expressing his love for me.
It turns out that a girl's love can really be based on feelings. It turns out that it is really difficult to let go of someone who really falls in love with him.
(Adapted from real experiences, the story between him and me is very short, but the memories are too long and the hobby is unforgettable)
Intention: I think life should be magnanimous and fearless. I still love him, but not him, but the self who was bold and dared to love in my youth.