Speaking of not wanting to give up on her

Letting go is a helpless despair, which hurts deeply. People who once cherished their lives, when they were about to meet strangers, suddenly realized that what they thought would last forever was actually just an accidental encounter.

I used to think that I could hold hands all the time, but when everything vanished, I realized that everything was just two parallel lines, parallel or parallel. Even if they are not far apart, they are already far apart.

The price of courage is to let go first, admit failure, accept helplessness, sigh gently and wish her happiness in the future. From then on, quiet inside, it is difficult to make waves.

Curl up in the corner, wait for the wound to heal, and experience the freedom to dare to love, hate and lose.

Let go of the day, always lonely, will inexplicably for a song, a drama, a plot. Even a word burst into tears. I always feel that the sky is dark and the clouds are gray.

I always feel that I have lost the meaning of life. My friend told me that you didn't lose anything, you just went back to the days before you met her. I'm relieved, just like fireworks can't be hung in the sky forever. As long as they have been brilliant, why cling to the days without fireworks?

We are all mortal men and women, and we can't earn entangled love. I can't escape the whirlpool of love and being loved. Is it endless loneliness, loneliness? Maybe! You don't have to rack your brains to guess her mind anymore. Will you feel relieved and relaxed?

Is it really over? Can you be honest with her? Even if there is a faint unspeakable sadness in my heart. But I won't cry. I cry because a person's memory is in my heart. No matter what, it will not go away. I asked myself again and again, "am I afraid to love you?" The answer is yes, I'm scared, I'm really scared, and my heart is too fragile to stand the pain of entering the bone marrow, so I let her go and gave myself a chance to live. Concentrate her into a painting and engrave it deeply in my mind ... while watching and thinking, but you can't appreciate the beauty of the painting without being there, can you?

Sincerely say, "Goodbye and take care!" Turn your head and walk away freely, leaving the back deeply imprinted in her mind. When you can recall your little things with a relieved mind, you can feel the beauty after letting go.

God let me meet you at the wrong time, and I ... cried.

It made me leave you at the right time. Will you ... cry?

I said it again and again, and this time I really put it down. I don't know how much longer I can lie to myself like this.