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In the first year of breaking up, the book I bought him was still on the shelf, with a little dust on the cover. I can see that it has been abandoned for a period of time. Sandalwood is fragrant, and the faint rose fragrance is the fragrance left by another woman.
When everyone thought that love had blossomed, he appeared in front of the world with another woman, betraying a person how so comfortable, and I was the last insider. It seems that everyone comes to see my jokes, and the sharp eyes are enough to kill a person. I made up a funny story like a clown, but I hurt myself
I stayed in the old city and cried bitterly, hating him for ignoring other people's feelings but refusing to leave anyway. I hold the obsession that he will look back, and under the persuasion of others, I firmly wait for him to look back at me. At that time, I thought that as long as I waited and loved each other so much, I wouldn't believe that I couldn't wait for my soul mate.
In the second year of breaking up, I won't cry for him, nor will I shed cheap tears, but my memories will still hurt when I touch them. No matter how happy I am, I will lose my smile as long as I mention his name. I still want him back, but I still can't fall in love with another person. I was so afraid that my life would be so miserable.
In the third year of breaking up, I no longer miss him, and I will not choke and feel distressed when I hear the songs I have heard together. I began to get used to not thinking about him and finding myself, but I was still afraid to see that familiar figure in the street. At that time, I had not fallen in love with another person. When everyone was worried about me, I was still singing the single "Long live". In fact, I know that the man who changed his mind is still living in my heart.
I will hear from him in the fourth year of breaking up. I heard that he broke up with her and came back to me, and it was not good. I still have some ripples in my heart when I hear this.
After five years, he finally came back with my favorite smile. This man, I used to be, but I don't have the fanaticism he must have. Time goes by, love goes by. The wound has healed, but the scar is a lifetime thing.
A promise is not fulfilled when it is most needed, and things have lost their original flavor. Love can't come back, there are too many obstacles between us. I used time to prove that women are infatuated but heartless.
In the sixth year of breaking up, he got married and heard that the other party had good conditions. I became his ex-girlfriend, and on his wedding day, his ex-girlfriend made a scene. At that moment, I suddenly realized how kind I was.
Although I'm still alone, I'm not as hurt as I was. I think I will meet someone suitable for me one day.
Eight years after we broke up, I got married, too. I was two years behind him, but I finally found my own happiness. My husband is a man who can live a better life. I cried on the wedding day. I put on someone else's custom-made wedding dress, held someone else's hand and became someone else's bride.
After breaking up for ten years, I heard that he was divorced and there were too many family differences. I can't remember what he looks like. I am not sad or happy. I broke up and what I lost was what he lost. Without love, hate can't survive.
In the twelfth year of breaking up, I finally realized my original dream. I suddenly remembered him, and he finally appeared in my diary as a decent figure. I found a number I haven't contacted for a long time and sent him a short message: Thank you for leaving me. Take care in the future!
In the twentieth year of breaking up, my husband didn't want me to run around outside again, so I left the city with youthful and frivolous memories. As a full-time wife, I occasionally take part in activities.
Over the years, I have always known that my husband has an untouchable person like me in his heart. I won't ask as long as he doesn't mention it. We are so tacit, we have been hurt in love, and then we warm each other, so warm for a lifetime.
Forty years after breaking up, I was lying in bed, and my husband was holding my hand with tears. This is the first and last time I saw my husband's tears. My husband felt ashamed of me and made me suffer a lot. But he doesn't know that marrying such a good person is a blessing that I only knew in my last life.
We hurt each other and depend on each other. Although we sometimes quarrel about trivial things in life, we are unwilling to give up each other, so we have lived our whole lives.
I have met two people in my life, one amazing the time and the other warming the years. Injured in time, the years have given me endless warmth. What I have gained in the years is what I have lost in the time.
This document is for those lovelorn lovers to bury their lost love with sad tears. It is sad, hurtful and harmful. The best things come at the best of times.