Sometimes time is an antidote, which can make people or things that we think are important gradually become unimportant, and finally forget to become dispensable. However, sometimes, time is a poison, which can make that person tie a fast knot on your heart again, and finally become a knot that will never be untied, so that you can only get carried away and remember him, maybe, for a lifetime.
There is someone who has always kept me in my heart, not because I lost it, but because I once had it. After about six years together, I finally left. Our ending has no reason, just like a curse. At this time, it should be over. No quarrel, no contradiction at all. But in such a quiet time, we broke up inexplicably. I don't know the reason so far, and I don't think he knows the reason either. Maybe we all drank a lot of chicken soup, so we finally attributed the reason to not loving. In fact, we are helpless. I think if I had to choose again, I would probably regret my present choice. I used to love a lot, but now it doesn't hurt, but I think this is a more serious feeling than pain.
It's like lying in bed many times at night and suddenly remembering when we were together, just like a dead lamp. It's like remembering his back to me countless times, and tears can't help but flow down. This life is still very long, and I have been making choices, but it seems that every choice is wrong, but oh, it's still the same, I have been making choices, and it's not very wrong.
Can't let go, can't let go.