Although sad, but also firm, thinking of the bits and pieces of the past three years, how much effort do I have to forget?
It's a pity that this love is missing and can't be maintained.
After packing up my things, I walked out the door, and there he was standing there, his expression a little dull. I think he was probably reluctant to do so.
Just a few steps out, he grabbed my hand from behind, "Are you really, going to leave me?"”
Hearing his words, my tears finally flowed out of my eyes.
I can't help but wonder if I hadn't looked at that chat, if we hadn't spent time on love, if I didn't mind if he didn't love me, wouldn't it be okay to stay with him, if ......
However, if it is only if, since it has happened, it cannot be ignored.
This affection is too lofty in my heart, and I don't allow it to have any impurities, and if there is, then I'd rather not.
And just like that, at my insistence, we broke up.
That night, I went back to my former apartment, and I didn't cry, I didn't make a fuss, I didn't get drunk, I just sat quietly, day and night, like a puppet, and it was ordinary on the surface, but in fact it had long since collapsed.
It seems that I figured it out in a moment, and when I thought about it again, I lost my way again, and I struggled infinitely
I decided to give myself some time to ease this loss and sadness, and while I knew that time might not heal everything, I thought I needed it.
As the days passed, I began to find my happiness again, to do things I loved, to meet new people, and to fill the emptiness in my heart.
In the process, I seem to have discovered a new self, a more determined self. I began to know how to love myself, how to set goals for myself and work hard for them.
With the passage of time, I gradually forgot about that painful past, and although I still think about it occasionally, I no longer let them disrupt my life.
One day, three years later, I stumbled into a coffee shop, sat down and ordered a hot cup of coffee. As I was soaking in the aroma of coffee, a familiar voice suddenly reached my ears.
I looked up and saw what I saw in front of me. He was the one standing at the counter and waving at me with a grin.
In front of him stood a beautiful girl, who looked like his girlfriend.
I was a little stunned, but I didn't expect to meet him here. He walked over with brisk steps and lowered the latte in his hand.
Hi, long time no see!How are you?He asked.
I looked at him steadily, and a thousand words welled up in my heart, but in the end I only said two words: "Good life." ”
He smiled, seemingly somewhat pleased with my answer. I watched the back of him and her as they left the coffee shop, and an inexplicable sense of relief welled up in my heart.
Perhaps, this is a consolation that fate has given me. Although the love of the past has left scars, I have not let it stop me.
I put away my nostalgia and regrets for him, and I didn't bother to forget it. Because those pains have become a part of my growth, making me more determined and mature.
The bits and pieces of the past three years, although it took me a lot of effort to forget, also made me understand the persistence and strength behind the numbers.
I am determined to move forward to meet more opportunities and challenges in life, and no matter what difficulties I encounter, I believe that I have enough strength to overcome them.