Goodbye, Love That Was Never Mine

I once clung to a happiness that wasn't mine, foolishly believing my kite would always stay in my hands and never disappear from view. Was I too careless, or had I simply claimed something that never belonged to me? I kept telling myself I wasn't that bad, that I hadn't stolen someone else's prince, that I was only stubbornly clinging to my own delusions. Only later did I realize I'd been wrong for seven years.

After losing her parents, she clung to him like a lifeline and gradually fell in love with him. Falling in love was easy because she thought he loved her too.

She never noticed how he kept trying to say something to her, only to grow increasingly impatient. Was it her own sluggishness that caused this mistake? Does that mean their betrayal wasn't their fault?

He was proud. She called him arrogant.

He said they were the modern Chinese version of Pride and Prejudice.

She teased him, saying he had all the pride but none of the prejudice.

He told her, “I didn't arrive late in your life. I've always been here, but your stubbornness kept me outside. Still, we're destined to be together, even if there are a whole lot of annoying obstacles in our way.”

They were a bickering couple. But in love, lovers can break up and become enemies, and enemies can eventually become lovers. No one can predict what will happen when it comes to love.

Goodbye, my love, who was never mine.