We broke up, the composition of the gift to the teacher, the mistake we were not together in the first place. This is a feeling that he will not deny. In English letter format. Should I be sad or should I mock myself? For W, I can only say: my beloved, take care.
For a long time after W left, I always thought it was a dream, with me, with W, a sweet and disappointing dream.
It was an extremely cold winter, my life was like a cup of boiled water, quiet and safe. The appearance of W was like a cola candy. It immediately stirred up my life. There was still happiness in my heart, after all, it was a happy thing for a man with a brilliant halo to look at myself. But this happiness only lasted five minutes before I began to fear and struggle. Will he like me? He may just be lonely and wants to find someone to chat with, regardless of who this person is. Later, I deceived myself every day, telling myself that he liked me and that I had a place in his heart. That's how I accompanied him through the winter and spring. Finally, summer came, and my happiness was like a roll of toilet paper falling on the ground, messy and impossible to pick up.
The first time I went to see my friend, I talked about W unintentionally, and really saw him coming over, but he was holding a girl by his side. I lowered my head and pretended to continue chatting with my friend, but all I heard was his awkward silence. The next morning when I saw him, we greeted each other very normally. There were many things he didn't say, so I didn't ask. He understood. I thought it was over, and from then on, everything would be peaceful. But I overestimated my position in his heart.
Isn't one person's footsteps always very lonely? I forgot how long it has been since I last accompanied my loneliness. I forget how long it has been since I last appreciated my own footsteps. It turns out that after going around in circles, I am still me, the me who is only accompanied by myself.
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