Promise Not to Love You

He really couldn't bear to remember her pain for such a long time in his life. So he would rather forget. He didn't go near the bed. Even from a distance, he could see faint traces of tears on her face. She had cried before falling asleep. He stood at the door for a while, and finally put the tissue paper on the bedside table without waiting for her to wake up. He didn't have the courage, and he even suspected that he would regret it the next second. Just like that day, he kept saying to himself, forget it, let it be. But when things came to pass, he regretted it because he couldn't let it go, really couldn't let it go. He stood in front of the bed for a while, wanting to lean over and kiss her one last time, but he didn't move after all. He was only afraid of waking her up, and even more afraid that he would regret it. He didn't know what he would do. It was so difficult to let go, so he finally made up his mind, so he quickly turned around and walked away. He walked to the door and looked back. Most of her face was sunk in the white pillow, and only a faint outline could be seen. In a few years, he was afraid that he would forget even this glance, what she looked like, and how beautiful she once was.