Staring Through the Glass

She and I got to know each other in school, and we competed in school, and it seemed like I had the upper hand. After graduation and getting married, we still competed at work, and this time she won. She has a good job, is appreciated by her boss, and is reused. And I was defeated by the cruelty of reality. She couldn't stand up in front of her colleagues. In the end, she couldn't bear it any more. So we broke up. The funny thing is that as soon as we broke up, I found a job. I really wanted to share the news with her. I didn't expect that she would be so cruel: not answering the phone, blocking her on WeChat. She even refused to come to the door. It was too hurtful. . I could only go back to my empty home, open the drawer and take out a manuscript: This is a book that I have learned from my experience with him from school to now. Every time I want to share it with her, she is either so tired that she almost falls down, or she blames me. I feel deeply guilty, and every time I open my mouth, I end up swallowing it... Unfortunately, I can't share it with her in the end... .. In fact, I really want to finish writing this book with her... I really want to share with her... The ups and downs of living together. . I really want to think about it... Since I was cruelly refused all contact with her, I can only stare at her in the cafe next to her company every time, happy for her promotion and salary increase, and happy to see her laughing with her colleagues as they go to and from get off work. . Watch her frown as she works. . I really want to rush over and hug her like I did in college. . Thinking of her attitude towards me... And hesitating... I could only wish her happiness through the glass... And suddenly one day I shared that she didn't go to work... I was completely panicked.