On the night of the breakup, he appeared at my door, and my heart went through a violent storm, and my heart was full of anticipation, hoping that he would stay with me, but his answer made me fall into the abyss: "No." "Two simple words, but like sharp arrows, pierced straight into my heart.
I can't describe the pain of rejection, the despair of being rejected by those closest to me. I cried, I pleaded, I even lost my temper. I looked at him, the man I had loved so much, and his eyes were so determined that I knew he wouldn't change his decision.
I cried out loud on the balcony, it was a cry of helplessness, a pain of heartbreak. I hit him on the other end, was silent for a long time, and then coldly told me that he didn't feel anything about my crying, and even felt a little annoyed. At that moment, I felt as if I had been hit hard, and the cry swirled in my throat, but I couldn't get it out. I hung up the ** and squatted in the corner blankly, at a loss in my heart. I used to think that our relationship was deep, how could he be so cold?
I stood up, walked to the sink, and washed my face with cold water. From this moment on, I don't need him anymore.
It was a heartbreaking moment, and in that moment, I understood his decision and accepted my heartache, and I thanked him for his refusal.
Now, I've stepped out of that shadow. I have regained my passion and confidence in life. I'm no longer afraid to love, I'm no longer afraid to be hurt. Because I know that it is only through pain and struggle that I can find my true self.