Three Years After We Broke Up, Time Will Forgive You for Me

[Pure love+affection+redemption+healing+reunion] After three years of separation, I finally learned to let go of her slowly. I ate on time, had a regular schedule, and even started trying to meet new girls arranged by my mother. My friend said that I finally got over it and that time is really the best antidote. I also thought that as long as I was busy enough and as long as I forced myself to smile, the shadow of three years ago would slowly fade away. It wasn't until I was sorting out old things that I found the unsent postcard. Turns out, I never recovered. I just learned how to keep breathing with a wound that will never heal. [Reading Tips: Unconventional reunion, unconventional healing. It was a long, me-only farewell.