Ex, it's always just you.

Some things change in the blink of an eye, and some people will never forget when they leave.

Memories suddenly returned to that night, and I sat there with tears in my eyes, staring blankly at the last message you sent me as a boyfriend. You said, you want to leave, feelings depend on fate, follow fate, you want to be alone, then let it go. I don't want to accept it. I looked at the words on the screen of my mobile phone and confirmed them over and over again. I hope I read it wrong, but those words just stay in such a dazzling place. Then you came, and I could only look at you quietly and cry for a long time. A lot of things I want to ask are stuck in my heart, but tears keep falling. Finally, we ended our four-year and ten-month long-distance running in a hug without any temperature. When I pushed you away and turned around, I choked back tears and my eyes were full of despair.

If the people who break up with you find a new lover in a short time, it's not because they are really that good, but because they already have a goal, so they throw you away like old shoes. Anything you don't want to put off, anything that doesn't fit your character, is a lie. Nothing but love the new and hate the old. People who really love each other, no matter how many excuses they have, will never break up, because they are always in love, not in love. Cherish the fate, let it go for no reason, don't catch up with your own happiness and tire yourself out for no reason.

They asked me if I still miss you. I smiled. I can't forget anything. A person with his back to you, a left atrium without your position, a person who can turn around and leave at will, why should he stay? We can't keep up with the pace of time, and we can only silently endure thousands of changes. You don't love me anymore. This is a fact.

Now, I think life would be better without you.

Sorry, I decided to forget you. Forget the person who has occupied the most important position in my heart for eight years. I don't want the one I can't forget to miss others.

I just don't like you anymore, and I have no idea not to marry you.

You see, the long-cherished wish of the last piece of life on the ancient campus road is just floating, floating, floating, and endless release is liberation.

It's said that the last farewell of Wailin's life was just singing and singing, with uninterrupted expression, and disappeared in an instant.

People don't want to go home.

Bustling, people don't look back.

Silence, I have always liked you, is a habit, but also the rhythm of implanted heart rhythm.