What's it like to see your ex again?

It's particularly embarrassing to see your ex again.

I met him on the plane and sat next to him. What happened yesterday, I returned to London from Shanghai. 22J, when I walked to my seat, I saw him turn to sit down, 22K. When they saw each other, they all seemed to have been struck by lightning. It's embarrassing. Just sit down and put the headphones back in the box. I can see my hands shaking uncontrollably, probably because of nervousness, surprise or excitement.

Actually, when I was checking in, the ground crew arranged 23 rows of window seats for me, but I wanted to be near the corridor, so I changed this 22J seat. I never wanted to burden myself.

A little calmer, no communication for more than ten hours. It was very cold on the plane, so he took out a dark blue patchwork pullover and put it on. This is our first suit. ? Later, he fell asleep. I'm afraid the computer is too bright or the keyboard is too loud. I moved to another seat and waited until he woke up. In fact, there are many empty seats in the cabin, but I didn't change seats.

I forgot what special I ordered. Rice, in short, tastes a little bad, so I gave up after eating a few mouthfuls. I ran to the back and talked with my good friend for a long time. Later, he came back to sit for a while and then got up and went out. No sooner had he gone out than he came back and asked me, "I'm going to buy instant noodles." Do you want one? " I was shocked and subconsciously gave him a smile and said that I had eaten. Turn to yourself and say, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Being broken up actually hurt me more than I thought. First, because I live too much? Being dumped for the first time in many years, stimulated by inexperience. Second, I am disappointed with the way my ex broke up and the way she handled the aftermath. If we break up and meet a character, then he is really a little naive and scum, so when we meet again, our hearts are full of resentment.

I always remember that the first person who was cheated was himself, the patient was himself, but he was the last one to break up. Pride tells me this is a no? The person who can be forgiven, although I saw him put back the desk board that I couldn't put back when I went to the toilet several times, thought he would look at me from time to time, but it didn't mean anything to me, and I really couldn't make a generous reconciliation with this past.

Of course, I'm not waiting for him to regret getting back together. If I don't love him, I just don't love him. I think it's the kind of breakup with low emotional intelligence. I think he owes me an apology.

About two hours before landing, I began to play back the past in my mind. Even if I don't love this person for a long time, I will still feel sad when I think about it. Indifference has turned into indifference, but I still can't restrain my tears and have to turn my head to one. Step aside and pretend not to look at him. Until the plane landed through the clouds, I finally turned my head out of the window and looked at the increasingly clear city and his side face.

I will always remember this picture, the background is a city I don't like, and in front of me is the only person who once liked this city. I looked at him, looked out of the window, and silently said goodbye. This is the last time I sit next to this man. We walked a long way to get here.

After the plane landed, he asked me how my holiday was. I answered casually, without asking him back, and he didn't say anything. In fact, when I got off the plane, I really wanted to say take care of myself, but I couldn't say it, so I had to leave without looking back.

The story in the script should be that two people meet again on the plane, get off the plane and get back together. By the way, write a thank-you letter to the airline. But the true story is so dull, it just can't be done, it just can't get through. Once again, I met someone I couldn't avoid, but I was so close to him that I was too weak to say goodbye.