Back then, I spent countless nights on the internet, not for any particular reason, just to write different articles. These pieces were filled with sorrow, loneliness, and solitude. Last night suddenly reminded me of that trip in October. You were the same, speechless, just like the classic old songs from the 80s. I've always been afraid of your silence; it signifies your agreement. You said you thought some things didn't need to be told to me because they were trivial. Maybe so, but I no longer want to say much. Let it be as it may; at least we are still together now. As for the future, I don't know. You said you dislike talking about things too far in the past because you know those things aren't real, so you choose not to talk about them. I understand your personality, which is why I feel even more pain.
"Children who have a connection with words are never truly happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering until dawn, roaming until dawn but still refusing to return." When I saw this sentence, I liked it very much and decided to share it. (PS: I hope the original author doesn't mind.)
Perhaps my stubborn nature matches your persistence. We wonder if we can really walk this path together. But many times, are we truly unable to communicate? Someone said that true feelings can be hurtful, and marriage can cost half a life.
And now, why do I spend whole nights feeling lonely and isolated? Life has reached a state that should be enviable, not something that makes me sad. When did I start feeling this loneliness and sadness again? Some people say that what you cannot obtain is always the best, and once obtained, it's no longer cherished.
Sometimes, after thinking it through and making a decision, that's how it goes. But why must people treat each other this way? We both love each other, yet we end up hurting each other.
Is love really meant to turn strangers into lovers and then lovers back into strangers? Perhaps it is so.