You said, "When you have money, send me flowers, buy whatever you want, and go wherever you want to play." I believe it. I have countless shopping lists and travel guides in my heart.
You said, "You are going abroad for two years. Let me wait for you and wait for you to come back. " I nodded in tears, a number calendar card in the middle of the night, waiting for you to come back …
I was twenty-five years old that year, and you were on the other side of the earth. Let me wait for you for another two years, and you will come back to marry me.
I am full of hope, and I have seen all the peach blossom powder and rape blossoms everywhere by myself. In summer, the streets with fragrant gardenias have been looking for our footprints over and over again; In autumn, when you are free, go to the snack bar where you often go to drink a bowl of Sydney soup and recall the time together; In winter, in the quilt of electric blanket, I brush my favorite movies over and over again, as if I were around …
Try to find your own shadow in life, even if it is gradually blurred, it will not stop. Those are the marks of our love. I don't want so many beautiful things to be taken away by time.
For two years, you gave me the same promise, and I am alone in this city, in your hometown, in my foreign land, guarding your love and looking forward to coming back.
In the first few years, you will reply to my messages every second, and you will also leave work to accompany me when I am sick until I am put to sleep. At that time, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world. You are the person I am worth waiting for and waiting for.
Later, your work became more and more busy. Because of the time difference, it was difficult for us to video chat for a long time. So your news has become my greatest joy every day. Even a short message or a picture will make me excited all day.
My friend said that my love is too cheap, and it will cause problems after a long time. I laughed at her for not understanding our feelings.
Slowly, your news is getting less and less. The message I sent you also became "unreadable".
You always say that you are too busy to reply to my messages. You can rest assured that I am fine.
No matter how busy you are, every holiday and my birthday, red envelopes will come as scheduled.
I am completely immersed in your love and repay your heavy love with a grateful heart.
Slowly, your news is getting less and less, and only the sending and receiving records of red envelopes are left in our chat records.
I called you before to listen to your voice and disturb your work. You lost your temper with me on the phone, and I felt your indifference on the other end of the phone. It was agreed at that time that I would only wait for you and wait for you to contact me.
From then on, I missed you, and endured not sending messages or calling, waiting for you to contact me stupidly.
Later, until my friend asked me with a photo of a girl in your circle of friends, I was still at a loss. So you have blocked me. I always thought you were too busy to make friends.
So your kindness to me is perfunctory. I'm just a friend of yours. Not even friends. Friends can at least see your circle of friends.
At that moment, I really wanted to call you and ask you. But I held back.
Looking through your circle of friends, I found that I am no longer in your world, and I have already become a stranger.
The love you gave me is too heavy for me to bear. I will always be the little girl who didn't grow up and can't understand you.
You will never be in my world again.
Delete all your contact information. No farewell is the best farewell.
Sadness and resentment are worse than saying: goodbye, sir!