The beginning of the story is always so opportunistic, caught off guard, and the inadvertently touched gaze makes the future story have a different color.
I thought I could have this relationship for a long, long time, as I thought in my heart, into the future, and never change.
I thought that our future would not be what we had said together, but in the end I denied it, for some reason, and I always saw very early on what we would become.
And because I liked it, I tried desperately to deny it all, trying to connect all those useless things.
In fact, I know that what I do will not change anything, and no matter how hard I try, I will not change our ending.
I wanted to numb myself with the reason I once had, but in the end I couldn't let go of all this, I couldn't let go of the bits and pieces of the past, I couldn't let go of all the good memories related to you, and I couldn't let go of all the lukewarm feelings between us.
You are so special in my life, you have amazed me all the time that followed, it is you who dazzles me, it is you who makes me scale all over my body, and it is you who makes me have everything and lose everything.
You're like a gust of wind, never coming home.
If love could give me a little more expectation, how good would it be if you gave me another chance to try to get better? How good would it be if our relationship could always be good? How nice would it be if none of this had changed in the past?
After all, we have wrongly paid for love, but also wrongly paid for youth, and even more failed to live up to time.
I never thought that one day our relationship would become so incredible, but you are still the favorite person in my heart and have never changed.
Maybe there was only so much I had done for love, and I learned later that the story always ended like this, with two flowers blooming on each side.
Our ending, for me, missed, is a regret, a lifetime of regret, but perhaps for you, it is the best arrangement.
Not disturbing each other is my last cooperation with you, and I will hide in a corner that you can't see so you can't see how much I miss you.
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