I sat in the little house without turning on the light, and it was pitch dark inside. I couldn't see the mobile phone in front of me. After smoking 22 cigarettes, in the haze of smoke, I made the most difficult decision of my life-----I'm going to break up with her. I can't guarantee that this decision has been carefully considered, and I know it will deeply hurt her. In fact, not only her but also me. My sadness won't be less than hers. I estimate that I would be a thousand or ten thousand times sadder than her. The reason why I am sad is that I deeply love her. I think there may be no one in this world who loves her more than me. But sometimes, love is not just about having love. The reason she would be sad is that she knows she deeply loves me. Yesterday, just yesterday, after dinner we went for a walk together, she held my hand and innocently asked if I would leave her, how long I would love her, whether one day I would like another girl and leave her. She said that if she lost me, how could she live alone. For these questions of hers, they are not difficult to answer, but I didn't answer her. I just walked forward indifferently. I knew I didn't need to answer her because I knew what to do. I always thought that some things don't need to be said, just take practical actions. What I want to do, great Zhou royal family, is to make her happy, cheerful, carefree every day. And these, I almost achieved. Every day when I see her smiling face, when I see her like a child who never grows up, without worries, I have a sense of satisfaction. Breaking up with her, I've never thought about it, let alone that I would be the one to propose breaking up. I regret why I would inexplicably look through that diary, that yellowed diary which I put at the bottom of the wardrobe under the clothes. This diary was written several years ago. At that time, I had the habit of writing diaries, writing every day, filling up a thick diary book completely. All the details of that period of time can be verified in the diary. Now I don't have the habit of writing diaries anymore, because those experiences that have passed cannot be changed now, so recording them has no meaning. Some things often bring back unpleasant memories, ruining a pretty good mood and even changing the original correct course of life. So I started smoking, trying to calm myself down through the smoke permeating my lungs, cigarette after cigarette. Gradually, I calmed down. When I calmed down, I found that she was irreplaceable, no one could replace her position in my heart. I can't say where she is good, just a kind of inexplicable feeling, a feeling that can be defined as love but can't be described. When I smoked the 22nd cigarette and completely calmed down, I picked up the mobile phone in front of me and dialed my girlfriend's number. As soon as the call connected, I told her to break up. I said we really should break up. Calmly, I repeated this sentence five times until she believed I wasn't joking, until she burst into tears on the other side. I hung up, turned off my phone, locked the door, got into bed and waited for dawn. The next day at dawn, carrying the simply packed luggage, I boarded the long-distance bus to Shenzhen. It was midsummer... (Source: Aoshu Network) Related theme articles: Breakup Diary