A redemption letter to my boyfriend's parents.

Honey, I know I can't call you that anymore, but just this once. I know it's hypocritical to write you such a letter two and a half months later, and I know it will only make you dislike me even more. But I still can't help myself. There's something I really want to say to you, just to let you know.

At this moment, I am quietly sitting in a small box in the library, writing this letter to you, recalling the bits and pieces we have together. I don't know where to start. We met on September 30th, 20th11. That day, you added me to everyone. We were together on June 24th, 1 1. Sometimes think about it, the speed is really fast enough, perhaps because we got each other too fast, so we didn't cherish each other well and didn't know each other's personality well, so we came together in a hurry, so that we often quarreled later.

I always thought that our quarrel was nothing. There was a couple who didn't spend the time in the quarrel, but I was wrong. That's how feelings quarreled bit by bit.

You are really good to me. You will remember my favorite food and know that I like fish, Flammulina velutipes and broccoli. Say good night to me every night. I don't spend the night every time I quarrel. You always call me before going to bed. At that time, my heart was really sweet. You will buy me brown sugar during my physiological period and hold my hand tightly when crossing the street. You often say that I have a hole in my brain. I don't know when you stopped doing this to me. Are you in love with someone else or are you tired of me?

You always say that I like being angry, hurting you and being willful. These are all shortcomings that you don't like me. But how do you know what's on my mind? I hurt you because I believe in our relationship. People are always angry with people within the safe range, because subconsciously I always thought you would not leave me. My mouth hurts you, but you are really outstanding in my heart.

I still remember the first time we quarreled, and I have forgotten what it was about. I cried in the dormitory. I broke up with you. You held me by the artificial lake at school and refused to give up. During the 10 months with you, I mentioned breaking up many times, but I didn't mean it. I really just want to talk, because I know you will coax me. I was very happy when you coaxed me. One second I was sad, and the next I was happy. Girls always love sweet talk. Only that time, someone told me that you chased several girls in your class, and I was really angry. I always think that a man will be stable when he chases so many girls. You said I shouldn't pursue your past, but I really didn't, because at that time I began to get involved in my feelings, and I was afraid that I would become your past like those girls. I don't want one day, when I couldn't extricate myself from love, you pulled away, so I cut it off while I didn't love it at that time. I clearly remember that it was Thursday, February, 20 1 year. At that time, you refused to part, and you didn't care about face in front of my roommate. I finally relented, Hani. You know, you can coax me back at that time, not because you have the ability, but because I can't bear it.

I know that it is meaningless for me to write these things, and these things have no logic. Maybe I should start with our sweetness from the beginning and write a breakup bit by bit.

On August 9, 2065438/KLOC-0, you said on the phone, "Let's separate." At that moment, I was really confused and scared, and tears came down. After that, we didn't communicate anymore. One afternoon, I forced a smile in front of my colleagues. In the evening, I sat by the roadside alone and called you. You are still so decisive on the phone, there is no room at all. Later, your head never showed up. I know your invisibility has been cancelled, and I may have been deleted, too. The qq signature "cherish the unforgiving person" was also deleted, and you never called me again. Your speed is too fast for me to react. Someone asked me what happened to you two, and I said, ah, we broke up. He said why, but I said I didn't know. For five days from the date of 19, I didn't eat anything, only drank a little rice soup every day. My family asked me, and I said I had eaten outside. I didn't want to torture myself deliberately, but I will remember the feeling of being so hungry that I have to vomit even drinking water for the rest of my life. Later, I fainted at home because of hypoglycemia. My mom was scared. You may not believe it, because even I don't. I have never been seriously ill, and I am as healthy as a pig. I dare not call you because I know you are trying to prepare for the judicial exam. I don't want to disturb you, and I don't want to affect you. Your phone has been repeated many times, but you still dare not exhale.

I thought I could type this paragraph calmly and tell such a story peacefully, only to find that my face was wet before I knew it. 10 months may be nothing to you, because you have an unforgettable first love, which may occupy all your memories. I'm just a passer-by to you. It may not be long before you forget me and that we once loved each other. But this 10 month has been deeply portrayed in my mind. Before you, I had a boyfriend. I don't know if I should be a boyfriend. He comes to see me at school occasionally, but I have no feelings for him. During the three months together, I always met him several times and knew nothing about him. So dear, you should know that you are my first love in the true sense, and you have given me a feeling that I have never felt before, that kind of being loved and sweet. It's just that 10 months is too fast and fleeting, but I will spend my whole life thinking.