We have no story

A few years later, by coincidence, she and I sat together again, restrained like two strangers. Later, I occasionally greeted each other on the Internet and talked about life. It was very strange. Facing the computer screen, it seemed that they were both at peace and still knew each other well. Time flies so fast, as if all of a sudden, they go to the end of the world respectively. In this small city, they are gradually moving away and blurred. She said, I was quiet a lot, even quiet and clever. Between words, I also vaguely felt that she had a trace of sadness and desolation. Then, she was self-righteous, and no one would bow to the past time and admit her mistake. Love is like this. Without malice, it can also lead the tragedy that cannot be resisted. Just like we firmly believed that we would be together at the beginning, but finally we separated because of attachment. We spent several years alone with each other, and then everything would start again. It was just a rain that wetted our youth and dreamed of the warmth of sunshine falling on the palm. We miss some things together and keep some secrets together. Even if the feeling of implanting bone and blood at that time was everlasting with tears and smiles, it seemed to be just a gorgeous fireworks afterwards. In the end, the memory became shallow and long, without sound or waves, just like the gentle moonlight. Another friend who was together in those years said that others all said the broken love was so painful and scarred that you were so good at writing and why didn’t you write the story between you. In fact, those worries fell in the bottom of my heart, and I didn’t see the sunshine for a long time, which depressed people to cry. For several times, I wanted to write about the relationship between us, which could be regarded as a comfort to myself. But I calmed down. The past was vivid in my mind, but I couldn’t write anything out, I can only stare at the computer screen in an empty daze. I always hate myself, and my mood cannot be completely calmed down. Even if I meet each other once in my dream, I will be unable to sleep again when I wake up. At those times, I was particularly worried that if I couldn’t meet the right person or the right love any more in my life, I would hold the incomplete life like this, like a lonely blooming little flower in the world of mortals. The years are quiet, making people laugh in joy and sorrow. We will never explain our worries to anyone any more. When we live too much, we choose to be silent. Many words are too late to say at that time. After that, we have dried up and have no fresh meaning. Nowadays, we all have our own lives. What people who love each other can do for each other is the warm blessings from the bottom of their hearts forever. Every time I listen to the singer Pu Shu’s “those flowers”, I always sigh with emotion. If some stories haven’t been finished, then forget it. Those moods have been hard to distinguish between true and false in the years ~~~ later, I finally understood, there is no story between me and her. All emotions will be linked with time, and there is also a slight pain like stitches piercing the skin. This is also love. No one will retreat all over the body. We will still feel the nostalgia and regret in each other’s heart which quivered slightly but never went far with the most sensitive antenna in the world. Stories are told to others. We have no stories.

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