Where did she go? Sad prose.

Choosing to give up is my last choice. Where did she go who once loved me?

I met her for the first time on June 7th, 20th14th. 2011On June 7th, 4, we formally held hands and got together. I cherish every minute we spend together, because she is my first love. It is because of my first love that I am very excited every time I hold hands, and secretly swear to love her forever, tolerate her and protect her forever.

Every time I hold her hand, her hand is always so cold. I will hold her little hand with a warm hand to keep her warm. Every time I cross the street, I drag her not to let her go alone, because I know she is not good at protecting herself. When I am with her, I can always laugh happily. In the days together, she always took me to the school gate to buy two cups of milk tea, and then walked around the campus hand in hand, talking and laughing, often discussing further studies and the future. Sometimes we can also find our interdependent back near South Lake, an enviable couple. I often fantasize about a trip only for the two of us, a hug and kiss that will not be discovered by others, such a simple love.

On August 20th, 20 14, we broke up in a very strange way. She just changed the screen name and avatar of our couple, and then deleted my contact information. No matter how much you apologize, it will not help. I left her unconsciously without knowing where I was wrong.

I haven't been with her for a long time and there are few photos, so those photos have become my precious memories. After breaking up, I really can't stand such pain. It's really hard for me to forget her for a while and forget the days with her, just because she is my first love and my true love. During the day, I will pretend as if nothing has happened, because I don't want others to see me sad; At night, I will secretly hide under the covers and cry, so at least I won't be found. Later, in order to miss her and forget her, I had to wear headphones when I slept, turn the sound of the song to the maximum, and turn all my sadness and thoughts into the release of singing.

Life after breaking up is not good. Everywhere I go, I feel that we have been together. Whenever I pass by those familiar places, I miss her, want to see her and want to hug her. Every time I cross the street with a good friend of the opposite sex, I can't help but want to grab her arm, just because those actions have become our habit together; Every time I walk alone in the South Lake where we walked together, I will think of our dreams and vows. When I see a couple quarreling, I always think of me holding her gently behind me. How I want to hold her tightly behind me, so that she can never leave this world with me, but that is just a dream for me.

I remember you once told me that when I graduated, you would shoot me a lot of graduation photo, which made me believe that you would at least follow me to graduation; You know, because of this, I often show off in front of others. Because I have a girlfriend who understands that I love me. I just want to ask, where did we go, where did our promise go, and did you think of me occasionally?

I once loved her, loved her who wiped my tears when I cried for her; I used to hate her, the one who made up excuses and left me for no reason. Now, I think maybe I'm not good enough, not good enough, and I didn't give her a reason to leave me. I don't know if I can really pay for someone in the future, just because I'm afraid of losing and getting hurt.

I just want to thank her for giving me a chance to fall in love and have it. Although I broke up, I learned how to choose a suitable person and how to cherish, love and tolerate a person.

I love her as if I can only love her here. Thank her for coming into my world; Thank you for spending the best years with me.

Where did the man who once lived in my heart go? I loved her for two months. Where did she go?